by Johann Ludwig Tieck (1773 - 1853)
Translation © by Ferdinando Albeggiani

Wie schnell verschwindet
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): DUT ENG FRE ITA TUR
Wie schnell verschwindet
So Licht als Glanz,
Der Morgen findet
Verwelkt den Kranz,

Der gestern glühte
In aller Pracht,
Denn er verblühte
In dunkler Nacht.

Es schwimmt die Welle
Des Lebens hin,
Und färbt sich helle,
Hat's nicht Gewinn;

Die Sonne neiget,
Die Röte flieht,
Der Schatten steiget
Und Dunkel zieht.

So schwimmt die Liebe
Zu Wüsten ab,
Ach, daß sie bliebe
Bis an das Grab!

Doch wir erwachen
Zu tiefer Qual:
Es bricht der Nachen,
Es löscht der Strahl,

Vom schönen Lande
Weit weggebracht
Zum öden Strande,
Wo um uns Nacht.

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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)

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

  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Hoe snel verdwijnen nu licht en glans", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , no title, copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Come scompaiono rapidi", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • TUR Turkish (Türkçe) (Gül Sabar) , copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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Text added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:01:52
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Word count: 92

Come scompaiono rapidi
Language: Italian (Italiano)  after the German (Deutsch) 
Come scompaiono rapidi
luminosità e splendore,
e trova il mattino
una ghirlanda appassita
 
ieri splendeva,
in tutta la sua gloria,
per poi sfiorire
durante la notte buia.
 
Si allontana ormai
L'onda della vita,
e se chiara risplende
a nulla vale;
 
Declina il sole,
il rosso svanisce,
avanzano le ombre,
discende il buio.
 
Fugge Amore sull'onda
Verso deserti luoghi,
Ah, se almeno durasse
Fino alla tomba!
 
Ma ecco che ci svegliamo
Provando un profondo tormento:
si spezza il battello,
il raggio si spegne
 
Da belle contrade
Portati lontano,
a spiagge deserte,
con la notte intorno.

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Text added to the website: 2008-06-21 00:00:00
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:02:45
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Word count: 94