by Heinrich Hüttenbrenner (1799 - 1830)
Translation © by Malcolm Wren

Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): CAT DUT ENG FRE
Die Abendglocke tönet,
Vom Himmel sinkt die Ruh;
Das Auge grambetränet
Nur schließet sich nicht zu.

Daß meine Jugend fliehet
Allein und ungeliebt,
Daß jeder Kranz verblühet,
Das ist, was mich betrübt.

Und als ich sie gefunden,
War Herz und Welt nur Lust,
Und seit sie mir entschwunden,
Ist Atmen ein Verlust.

Der Strom aus Felsen quillend,
Die Berge lieben nicht;
Nur's arme Herz, das fühlend,
So leicht von Kummer bricht.

O töne, sanft Geläute,
In's stille Tal [hinaus]1,
Der Morgen deckt das Heute,
Den Gram das Grabeshaus.

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Note: Schubert received Hüttenbrenner's poem in handwritten form. It has not been published independently from Schubert's song.

1 Schubert (Neue Gesamtausgabe): "hinab"


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) , "Melangia", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Verdriet", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Malcolm Wren) , "Melancholy", copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Mélancolie", copyright © 2011, (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 between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 20
Word count: 88

Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
The evening chimes are ringing out,
Calm is descending from heaven;
My eyes are full of tears caused by grief
And they will not close now.

The fact that my youth is escaping
Alone and unloved,
The fact that every wreath is wilting
That is what is disturbing me.

And when I found her,
My heart and the world were nothing but delight,
And since she has gone from me
Breathing has been a waste of energy.

The stream that swells up out of the rocks
Is not something that the mountains love;
It is just my poor, feeling heart
That breaks so easily because of sorrow.

Oh ring out, gentle bells,
Into the quiet valley.
Tomorrow covers today,
Grief covers the tomb.


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This text was added to the website: 2019-11-19
Line count: 20
Word count: 123