by Karl Friedrich Henckell (1864 - 1929)
Translation © by Linda Godry

Ich schwebe wie auf Engelsschwingen
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): CAT DUT ENG FRE ITA
Ich schwebe wie auf Engelsschwingen,
Die Erde kaum berührt mein Fuß,
In meinen Ohren hör' ich's [klingen]1
Wie der Geliebten Scheidegruß.

Das tönt so lieblich, mild und leise,
Das spricht so zage, zart und rein,
Leicht lullt die nachgeklung'ne Weise
In wonneschweren Traum mich ein.

[Mein Himmel lebt in meinem Busen,
Der droben ist mir Hekuba,
Im Herzen wohnen meine Musen
Und nimmer in Olympia.]2
Mein schimmernd Aug' -- indeß mich füllen
Die süßesten der Melodien, --
Sieht ohne Falten, ohne Hüllen
Mein lächelnd Lieb' vorüberziehn.

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1 Reger: "klagen"
2 omitted by Reger and Strauss.


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

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

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Linda Godry) , "I float", copyright © 2007, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Je plane", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Enrico Magnani) , "Io fluttuo", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Researcher for this text: Walter Riemer

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 16
Word count: 84

I float
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
I float as if on an angel's wings,
my foot hardly touching the ground,
I hear a lament resounding
As if it were my love's farewell.

It resounds, so lovely, gentle and soft,
It speaks to me, so shy, so frail and pure,
The echo of the melody softly lulling
Me into a blissful dream.

My gleaming eye, while basking
In the sweetest of melodies
Watches my smiling love go by
Without any fabric's fold, any wraps.


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This text was added to the website: 2007-11-28
Line count: 12
Word count: 77