by 
Klaus Groth (1819 - 1899)
Mein wundes Herz verlangt nach milder...
        Language: German (Deutsch) 
        Our translations:  CAT DUT ENG FRE 
        
        
        
        Mein wundes Herz verlangt nach milder Ruh',
O hauche sie ihm ein!
Es fliegt dir weinend, bange schlagend zu --
O hülle du es ein!
Wie wenn ein Strahl durch schwere Wolken bricht,
So winkest du ihm zu:
O lächle fort mit deinem milden Licht!
Mein Pol, mein Stern bist du!
About the headline (FAQ)
 Confirmed with Klaus Groth's Gesammelte Werke. Vierter Band. Plattdeutsche Erzählungen - Hochdeutsche Gedichte, Kiel und Leipzig, Verlag von Lipsius & Tischer, 1893, page 176.
Text Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
-   by Johannes Brahms (1833 - 1897), "Mein wundes Herz", op. 59 (Acht Lieder und Gesänge) no. 7 (1873), published 1880 [ low voice and piano ], Leipzig, Rieter-Biedermann [sung text checked 1 time]
-   by Gustav Jenner (1865 - 1920), "Mein wundes Herz verlangt nach milder Ruh'", op. 4 (Elf Lieder für 1 hohe Singstimme mit Pianofortebegleitung) no. 2, published 1895 [ high voice and piano ], Berlin, Schlesinger [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila)  , copyright © 2022, (re)printed on this website with kind permission 
- DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable]  (Lau Kanen)  , copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission 
- ENG English (Emily Ezust)  , "My wounded heart", copyright © 
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille)  , "Mon cœur blessé", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission 
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My wounded heart
        Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
        
        
        
        
        My wounded heart longs for milder rest,
O breath it in!
It flies toward you weeping, throbbing with fear -
O enfold it!
As when a sunbeam breaks through heavy clouds,
So do you beckon to it:
O smile forth with your gentle light!
You are my pole, my star!
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 This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 49