Die Betrogene spricht
Language: German (Deutsch)
Our translations: CAT ENG FRE
Die Nacht war tief,
Und die Mutter schlief,
Und in Gärtchen blühte der Mai.
Ich war ein Kind,
Und der Juniwind
Strich schwül an der Linde vorbei.
Vom alten Baum
Warf ein Sommertraum
Mir ein blühend Zweiglein ins Haar.
Du küßtest mich,
Und ich liebte dich --
Ich wußte von keiner Gefahr.
Nun bist du weit . . .
Meine Sehnsucht schreit
Wie ein Kind nach der Mutter, nach dir.
Mein Herz ist müd',
Und mein Leib verblüht . . .
Geliebter, was thatest du mir?
Confirmed with Der Türmer: Monatschrift für Gemüt und Geist, Zweiter Jahrgang, Band 1 (Oktober 1899 bis März 1900), page 144.
The poem is preceded by the following epigraph: "Das ist nun schon Jahre um Jahre her, / Und doch, als ob's gestern gewesen wär' . . ."
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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) , "La dona traïda parla", copyright © 2023, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "The betrayed one speaks", copyright © 2024, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Research team for this page: Emily Ezust
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[Guest Editor] This text was added to the website: 2011-07-08
Line count: 18
Word count: 85
The betrayed one speaks
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch)
It was deep night
And my mother slept,
And in the garden May was blossoming.
I was a child,
And the June-wind
Brushed moistly past the linden tree.
From the old tree
A summer dream tossed
A blossoming twig into my hair,
You kissed me,
And I loved you --
I knew of no danger.
Now you are far away . . .
Like a child for its mother
My yearning cries out for you.
My heart is weary,
And my body has lost its bloom . . .
Beloved, what did you do to me?
The original poem is preceded by an epigraph that can be translated as follows: " That is now already years upon years ago, / And yet, as if it were yesterday . . ."
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This text was added to the website: 2024-01-27
Line count: 18
Word count: 95