Madonna
Language: German (Deutsch)  after the French (Français)
Our translations: CHI ENG FRE ITA NYN
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Steig, o Mutter aller Schmerzen,
Auf den Altar meiner Verse!
Blut aus deinen magren Brusten
Hat des Schwertes Wut vergossen.
Deine ewig frischen Wunden
Gleichen Augen, rot und offen.
Steig, o Mutter aller Schmerzen,
Auf den Altar meiner Verse!
In den abgezehrten Händen
Hältst du deines Sohnes Leiche.
Ihn zu zeigen aller Menschheit -
Doch der Blick der Menschen meidet
Dich, o Mutter aller Schmerzen!
Text Authorship:
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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):
- by Arnold Franz Walter Schoenberg (1874 - 1951), "Madonna", op. 21 no. 6 (1912), from Pierrot lunaire, no. 6 [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Otto Vrieslander (1880 - 1950), "Madonna", 1905?, published 1905 [ high voice and piano ], from Pierrot lunaire, Dichtungen von A. Giraud ins deutstche übertragen von O. E. Hartleben, no. 12, München, Heinrich Lewy [sung text not yet checked]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CHI Chinese (中文) (Yan-Jiang Che) , "聖母", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Mimmi Fulmer) (Ric Merritt) , "Madonna", copyright ©, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Madone", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Madonna", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- NYN Norwegian (Nynorsk) (Are Frode Søholt) , "Madonna", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [
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This text was added to the website: 2003-11-16
Line count: 13
Word count: 64
Madonna
Language: Norwegian (Nynorsk)  after the German (Deutsch)
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Stig opp, du alle smerters mor
på alteret til mine vers.
Dei magre brysta dine blør
etter sverdets ville raseri.
Dine alltid ferske sår;
liksom auge, stirrande og raude.
Stig opp, du alle smerters mor
på alteret til mine vers.
I dine visne hender
held du kroppen av din døde son.
Du vil vise han til menneska
men alle vender blikket bort
frå deg, du alle smerters mor.
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This text was added to the website: 2008-03-28
Line count: 13
Word count: 68