by Wilhelm Müller (1794 - 1827)
Translation © by Malcolm Wren

Der Berghirt
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): CAT DUT ENG ENG FRE FRE ITA NOR SPA
Wenn auf dem höchsten Fels ich steh',
In's tiefe Thal hernieder seh'
Und singe,

Fern aus dem tiefen dunkeln Thal
Schwingt sich empor der Wiederhall
Der Klüfte.

Je weiter meine Stimme dringt,
Je heller sie mir wiederklingt
Von unten.

Mein Liebchen wohnt so [fern]1 von mir,
Drum sehn' ich mich so heiß nach ihr
Hinüber!

Viel steile Berge vor mir stehn,
Die Flüsse schäumend sich ergehn
Im Thale.

Der Aar sich in die Wolken schwingt,
Die Gemse [durch]2 die Klüfte springt
Hinüber!

Die Wolken ruhen auf der Höh',
Und durch die Nebel glänzt der Schnee
Der Gipfel.

Je stolzer mir mein Mädchen thut,
Je höher steigt empor mein Muth
In Liebe.

Ein Glöckchen klingt im stillen Thal,
Die Essen rauchen überall
Im Dorfe.

Ach, Mädchen, Mädchen, nimm mich bald!
Es ist so öd', es ist so kalt
Hier oben.

J. Bürde sets stanzas 1-6
F. Schubert sets stanzas 1-4

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Confirmed with Gedichte aus den hinterlassenen Papieren eines reisenden Waldhornisten. Herausgegeben von Wilhelm Müller. Zweites Bändchen. Deßau 1824. Bei Christian Georg Ackermann, pages 111-112; and with Urania. Taschenbuch auf das Jahr 1822. Neue Folge, vierter Jahrgang. Leipzig: F. A. Brockhaus. 1822, pages 419-420.

First published in Urania (see above) as the second poem of Ländliche Lieder, with each two consecutive stanzas combined into one with six lines.

1 Schubert: "weit"
2 Müller (Urania): "über"

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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)


This text (or a part of it) is used in a work
  • by Franz Peter Schubert (1797 - 1828), "Der Hirt auf dem Felsen", D 965 (1828), published 1830 [ voice, piano, clarinet ], note: the title in Catalan : "El pastor damunt la roca"; Dutch: "De herder op de rots" ; English: "The shepherd on the rock"; French: "Le pâtre sur le rocher", Norwegian: "Gjeteren på klippen", Spanish: "El pastor en la roca"

Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , copyright © 2007, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Walter Meyer) , no title, copyright © 1996, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Malcolm Wren) , "The mountain shepherd", copyright © 2020, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • NOR Norwegian (Bokmål) (Marianne Beate Kielland) , copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • SPA Spanish (Español) (Covadonga González Bernardo) , copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Research team for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator] , Peter Rastl [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website: 2003-11-07
Line count: 30
Word count: 139

The mountain shepherd
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
When I stand on the highest cliff
I look down into the deep valley
And sing,

Far away out of the deep dark valley
There soars up an echo 
From the ravines,

The further my voice reaches
The brighter it resounds to me
From below.

My beloved lives so far from me,
So I feel such hot longing for her
Over there!

Many steep mountains stand before me,
The frothing rivers wend their way
In the valley.

The eagle soars into the clouds,
The chamois jumps around the ravines and
Over them!

The clouds rest on the heights,
And the snow glows through the mist
On the peaks.

The prouder my girl makes me feel
The higher my courage rises
With love.

A little bell is ringing in the quiet valley
There is a smell of food everywhere
In the village.

Oh my girl, my girl, take me quickly!
It is so barren, it is so cold
Up here.

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This text was added to the website: 2020-06-30
Line count: 30
Word count: 159