Flüchtig wie auf hohen Matten
Einer Wolke scheuer Schatten
Rührte mich mit leisem Wehe
Deiner Schönheit stille Nähe.
Zwischen Traum und Traum zuweilen
Will das Leben mich ereilen,
Glänzt so gold und lockt so heiter,
Und erlischt - ich träume weiter.
Träume von den Augenblicken
Des Erwachens - von Geschicken,
Deren Schatten ob mir liefen,
Während meine Augen schliefen.
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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):
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- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Lulu", copyright © 2025, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "Lulu", copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Lulu", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Word count: 57
Fugaç, com la tímida ombra d’un núvol
damunt una pastura de muntanya,
la silent proximitat de la teva beutat
em commogué amb una lleugera tristor.
De vegades, entre somni i somni,
la vida em vol sorprendre,
brilla com l’or, em sedueix tan joiosa,
i després s’apaga – i jo segueixo somiant.
Somnis dels instants
del despertar – del destí,
les ombres del qual em passaven pel damunt
quan dormien els meus ulls.