by August Wilhelm Schlegel (1767 - 1845) and sometimes misattributed to Friedrich von Schlegel (1772 - 1829)
Translation © by Malcolm Wren

Wiedersehn
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): CAT DUT ENG ENG FRE
Der Frühlingssonne holdes Lächeln
Ist meiner Hoffnung Morgenroth;
Mir flüstert in des Westes Fächeln
Der Freude leises Aufgebot.
Ich komm', und über Thal und Hügel,
O süße Wonnegeberin,
Schwebt, auf des Liedes raschem Flügel,
Der Gruß der Liebe zu dir hin.

Der Gruß der Liebe von dem Treuen,
Der ohne Gegenliebe schwur,
Dir ewig Huldigung zu weihen
Wie der allwaltenden Natur;
Der stets, wie nach dem Angelsterne
Der Schiffer, einsam blickt und lauscht,
Ob nicht zu ihm in Nacht und Ferne
Des Sternes Klang hernieder rauscht.

Heil mir! Ich athme kühnes Sehnen,
Und athm' es bald an deiner Brust,
Und saug' es ein mit deinen Tönen,
Im Pulsschlag namenloser Lust.
Du lächelst, wenn mein Herz, umfangen
Von deiner Näh, dann wilder strebt,
Indeß das selige Verlangen
Der Güt' um deine Lippe schwebt.
 
Du liebst mich, göttlich hohes Wesen!
Du liebst mich, sanftes, zartes Weib!
Es gnügt. Ich fühle mich genesen,
Und Lebensfüll' an Seel' und Leib.
Nein, noch mit dem Geschick zu hadern,
Das schnell [mich wieder von dir]1 reißt,
Verschmäht mein Blut, das durch die Adern
Mit stolzen leichten Wellen kreist.

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Confirmed with Gedichte von August Wilhelm Schlegel. Tübingen, in der J. G. Cotta'schen Buchhandlung 1800, pages 28-29; and with A. W. Schlegel's poetische Werke. Erster Theil. Neueste Auflage. Wien 1816. Bey B. Ph. Bauer, pages 18-19, here with the title Wiedersehen.

1 Schlegel (1816 edition) and Schubert: "dich wieder von mir"

Note: Schubert's song was first published, together with August Wilhelm Schlegel's poem, as an attachment in Lebensbilder aus Oesterreich. Ein Denkbuch vaterländischer Erinnerungen unter Mitwirkung sinnverwandter Schriftsteller und Künstler zum Besten der bei dem verheerenden Brande vom 3. Mai 1842 verunglückten Familien von Steyr herausgegeben von Andreas Schumacher. Wien, 1843. Bei Tauer und Sohn. In this edition the poem was misattributed to Friedrich Schlegel, however.


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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):

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Adéu", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Weerzien", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "Reunion", copyright © 2009
  • ENG English (Malcolm Wren) , "Seeing each other again", copyright © 2020, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Réunion", copyright © 2016, (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: 32
Word count: 182

Seeing each other again
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
The beauteous smile of the spring sun
Is the dawn of my hope;
In the stirring of the west wind I can hear the whispering
Of joy's gentle announcement.
I am coming, and over valley and hill,
Oh sweet bestower of bliss,
On the rapid wings of song may it float
Towards you - this greeting of love.

This greeting of love from someone faithful,
Who swore without being loved in return,
To dedicate everlasting homage to you,
As if to almighty nature;
Who is always on the lookout, similar to someone watching the Pole Star,
A lonely sailor watching and listening,
Wondering if during the night from afar
The sound of that star is going to come down to him.

My salvation! I sigh with keen longing,
And I shall soon sigh it on your breast,
And absorb it with your voice,
As I feel the beat of a nameless pleasure.
You will smile when my heart, embraced
By proximity to you, then struggles more wildly
While a blessed desire
For goodness floats around your lips.

You love me, you divine exalted being!
You love me, you gentle, tender woman!
That is enough. I feel that I have been cured,
And I feel the fullness of life in my soul and body.
No, there is no longer any point in challenging the fate
That so quickly tears you away from me again;
It is something scorned by the blood flowing through my veins,
Circulating with proud, light waves.

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This text was added to the website: 2020-02-23
Line count: 32
Word count: 249