Translation © by Emily Ezust

Du liebe, treue Laute
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): CAT ENG FRE ITA
Du liebe, [treue]1 Laute,
Wie manche Sommernacht,
Bis daß der Morgen graute,
Hab' ich mit dir durchwacht!

Die Täler, wieder nachten,
[Kaum spielt noch]2 Abendrot,
Doch die sonst mit uns wachten,
Die liegen lange tot.

Was wollen wir nun singen
Hier in der Einsamkeit,
Wenn alle von uns gingen,
Die unser Lied erfreut'?

Wir wollen dennoch singen!
So still ist's auf der Welt;
Wer weiß, die Lieder dringen
Vielleicht zum Sternezelt.

Wer weiß, die da gestorben,
Sie hören droben mich
Und öffnen leis' die Pforten
Und nehmen uns zu sich.

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1 Herzogenberg: "traute"; further changes may exist not shown above.
2 Wolf: "Schon sinkt das"


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

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2021, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "In memoriam", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Hommage funèbre", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Amelia Maria Imbarrato) , "Richiamo", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 20
Word count: 90

In memoriam
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
 You dear, faithful lute,
 how many a summer night
 until morning broke
 did I watch with you!
 The valleys darken with approaching night again,
 already the evening glow is diminishing,
 but they who once watched with us,
 they have long lain dead.
 Why are we compelled now to sing
 here in this solitude,
 when everyone is gone now
 who once delighted in our song?
 Yet we will sing nonetheless!
 So silent is it in the world;
 who knows, these songs may penetrate
 perhaps even the starry dome.
 Who knows, those who have died,
 they might hear me up above
 and softly open the gates
 and take us up to them.


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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 20
Word count: 111