by Johann Graf von Majláth (1786 - 1855)
Translation © by Antonio Zencovich

Der Blumen Schmerz
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): CAT DUT ENG ENG FRE ITA
Wie [ist]1 es mir so schaurig
Des Lenzes erstes Wehn,
Wie [dünkt]2 es mir so traurig,
Daß Blumen auferstehn.

In ihrer Mutter Armen
Da ruhten sie so still,
Nun müssen, ach die Armen!
[Herauf in's]3 Weltgewühl.

Die zarten Kinder heben
Die Häupter scheu empor:
"Wer rufet uns in's Leben
Aus [stiller]4 Nacht hervor?"

Der Lenz mit Zauberworten
Mit Hauchen süßer Lust,
Lockt aus den dunklen Pforten,
Sie von der Mutter Brust.

In bräutlich heller Feyer
Erscheint der Blumen Pracht,
Doch fern schon ist der Freyer,
Wild glüht der Sonne Macht.

Nun künden ihre Düfte,
Daß sie voll Sehnsucht sind
Was labend würzt die Lüfte,
Es ist der Schmerzen Kind.

Die Kelche sinken nieder
Sie schauen Erdenwärts:
"O Mutter nimm uns wieder
Das Leben gibt nur Schmerz."

Die welken Blätter fallen,
Mild deckt der Schnee sie zu -
Ach Gott! so gehts mit [allen]5,
Im Grabe nur ist Ruh.

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Confirmed with Gedichte. Von Grafen Johann Mailáth. Wien, 1825. Bey Tendler und v. Manstein, pages 60-61; and with Wiener Zeitschrift für Kunst, Literatur, Theater und Mode. 1821. Viertes Quartal des sechsten Jahrgangs. Auf Kosten des Herausgebers Johann Schickh. Gedruckt bey Anton Strauß. Musik-Beylage zu No. 147. Sonnabend, den 8. December 1821. Attachment (with Schubert's song) at page 1240.

1 Schubert: "tönt"
2 Schubert (autograph): "ist"
3 Schubert: "Hervor an's"
4 Schubert (first print 1821): "tiefer"
5 Schubert: "allem"

Note: Stanza 8 is missing in Friedlaender's edition (Edition Peters, Schubert Album, Band VI).


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 Franz Peter Schubert (1797 - 1828), "Der Blumen Schmerz", op. posth. 173 (Sechs Lieder) no. 4, D. 731 (1821), published 1821, first performed 1825 [voice, piano], attachment to Wiener Zeitschrift für Kunst, Literatur, Theater und Mode [ sung text checked 1 time]

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

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "El dolor de les flors", copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Het verdriet der bloemen", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "The flower's anguish", copyright ©
  • ENG English [singable] (Leon Malinofsky) , "The Flowers' Sorrow", copyright © 2007, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "La douleur des fleurs", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Antonio Zencovich) , "Il dolore dei fiori", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Research team for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator] , Peter Rastl [Guest Editor]

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Il dolore dei fiori
Language: Italian (Italiano)  after the German (Deutsch) 
Come è terrificante per me
il primo soffio di primavera:
come mi sembra triste
che i fiori debbano riemergere dal suolo.

Nelle braccia della loro madre
riposavano così tranquilli
e adesso, guarda un po’, i poverini
se ne escono nello scompiglio del mondo.

Le tenere creature sollevano
timidamente le loro testoline:
chi ci chiama nella vita,
fuori da questa notte silenziosa?

La primavera con parole magiche,
con aliti di dolce piacere,
li ha attratti fuori dalle scure porte
del seno della madre.

Come in una splendida festa di fidanzamento
appare la meraviglia dei fiori,
ma intanto il corteggiatore è già lontano:
selvaggia scotta la potenza del sole.

E adesso i loro profumi annunciano
che sono pieni di nostalgia:
quello che rende l’aria ristoratrice
è figlio del dolore.

Le corolle si chinano in giù
e guardano alla terra:
o madre, riprendici indietro,
la vita porta solo sofferenza!

Poi i petali appassiti cadono,
la neve li ricopre benevolmente.
O Dio, succede così a tutti:
soltanto nella tomba c’è riposo!

Authorship

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