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Abend ist's, die Sonne ist verschwunden, Und der Mond strahlt Silberglanz; So entfliehn des Lebens schönste Stunden, Fliehn vorüber wie im Tanz. Bald entflieht des Lebens bunte Szene, Und der Vorhang rollt herab; Aus ist unser Spiel, des Freundes Träne Fließet schon auf unser Grab. Bald vielleicht (mir weht, wie Westwind leise, Eine stille Ahnung zu), Schließ ich dieses Lebens Pilgerreise, Fliege in das Land der Ruh. Werdet ihr dann an meinem Grabe weinen, Trauernd meine Asche sehn, Dann, o Freunde, will ich euch erscheinen Und will [Himmel auf]1 euch wehn. Schenk auch du ein Tränchen mir und pflücke Mir ein Veilchen auf mein Grab, Und mit deinem seelenvollen Blicke Sieh dann sanft auf mich herab. Weih mir eine Träne, und ach! schäme dich nur nicht, sie mir zu weihn; Oh, sie wird in meinem Diademe Dann die schönste Perle sein!
1 some editions use "himmelauf"
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- a text in German (Deutsch) possibly by Joachim Heinrich Campe (1746 - 1818)
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (1756 - 1791), "Abendempfindung", K. 523 [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Sensacions de capvespre", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- CHI Chinese (中文) (Dan Shen) , "夜的感受", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- DAN Danish (Dansk) (Maryanna Morthensen) , "Aftenstemning", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Avondimpressie", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "Evening sensations", copyright ©
- FRE French (Français) (Yannis Haralambous) , "Sensation du soir", copyright © 2006, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Amelia Maria Imbarrato) , "Sensazione della sera", copyright © 2006, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- JPN Japanese (日本語) (Naoyuki Okada) , "夕べの想い", copyright © 2025, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- LIT Lithuanian (Lietuvių kalba) (Giedrius Prunskus) , "Vakaro nuojauta", copyright © 2023, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- NOR Norwegian (Bokmål) (Marianne Beate Kielland) , "Kveldsfornemmelse", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- SPA Spanish (Español) (Elisa Rapado) , copyright © 2007, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- SPA Spanish (Español) (José Miguel Llata) , copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 24
Word count: 142
C'est le soir, le soleil est disparu, et la lune brille de son éclat d'argent ; ainsi s'évadent les plus belles heures de notre vie, s'échappent devant nous comme dans une danse. Bientôt s'échappera la scène de la vie, pleine de couleurs, et le rideau tombera ; fini notre jeu, les larmes de notre ami coulent déjà sur notre tombe. Bientôt, peut-être (tel le vent d'Ouest, m'arrive une douce prémonition), terminerai-je le pèlerinage de cette vie, et volerai-je au pays du silence. Quand vous allez pleurer à ma tombe quand vous verrez, endeuillés, mes cendres alors j'apparaîtrai devant vous, mes amis et du Ciel je vous ferai signe. Toi aussi, offre-moi une larme et cueille une violette à ma tombe et avec ton regard plein d'âme regarde-moi doucement. Offre-moi une larme et n'aie pas honte de pleurer pour moi ; elle sera, dans mon diadème la plus belle des perles !
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to French (Français) copyright © 2006 by Yannis Haralambous, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Not Applicable [an adaptation]
Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) possibly by Joachim Heinrich Campe (1746 - 1818)
This text was added to the website: 2007-03-07
Line count: 24
Word count: 147