Nach Abend wendet
Herbstsonne den Lauf,
Metallen blendet
Der See herauf.
Gipfel im weißen,
Eisigen Glast;
Bergwinde reißen
Das Laub vom Ast.
Die Augen versagen
Vor Wind und Licht,
Aus fernen Tagen
Erinnerung spricht.
Die Wanderfreuden
Der Jugendzeit
Herüberläuten
Von weit, von weit . . .
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Confirmed with Hermann Hesse, Sämtliche Werke, herausgegeben von Volker Michels, Band 10 Die Gedichte, bearbeitet von Peter Huber, Frankfurt am Main: Suhrkamp Verlag, 2002, pages 570-571.
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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) , "Sortida a la tardor", copyright © 2023, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "Excursion in autumn", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Excursion en automne", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this page: Sharon Krebs
[Guest Editor] This text was added to the website: 2014-01-27
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El sol de tardor al capvespre
vira el seu curs,
amb un reflex metàl·lic el llac
enlluerna endalt.
Cims tots blancs,
glaçada resplendor;
el vent de la muntanya arrenca
les fulles de les branques.
Els meus ulls defalleixen
davant el vent i la llum,
de dies llunyans
parla la memòria.
La joia de caminar,
el temps de la jovenesa
ressonen ençà
de lluny, de lluny...