by Johann Ludwig Uhland (1787 - 1862)
Translation © by Kelly Dean Hansen

Im stillen Klostergarten
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): DUT DUT ENG FRE
Im stillen Klostergarten 
Eine bleiche Jungfrau ging;
Der Mond beschien sie trübe,
An ihrer Wimper hing 
Die Träne zarter Liebe.

"O wohl mir, daß gestorben 
Der treue Buhle mein!
Ich darf ihn wieder lieben:
Er wird ein Engel sein, 
Und Engel darf ich lieben."

Sie trat mit zagem Schritte 
Wohl zum [Mariabild]1;
Es stand im lichten Scheine,
Es sah so muttermild
Herunter auf die Reine.

Sie sank zu seinen Füßen, 
Sah auf mit Himmelsruh',
Bis ihre [Augenlider]2
Im Tode fielen zu:
[Ihr]3 Schleier wallte nieder.

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Confirmed with: Uhlands Werke, Erster Teil, Gedichte, herausgegeben von Adalbert Silbermann, Berlin, Leipzig, Wien, Stuttgart: Deutsches Verlagshaus Bong & Co., [no year], pages 111-112.

1 Some editions use "Marienbild"; Brahms's score uses this spelling.
2 Hinrichs: " Augenlieder[sic]"
3 Hinrichs: "Der"


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):

  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) (Corien Sleeswijk) , "De non", copyright © 2007, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Kelly Dean Hansen) , "The nun", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "La nonne", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Research team for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator] , Sharon Krebs [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 20
Word count: 85

The nun
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
In the silent convent garden, a pale maiden wandered.
The moon shone somberly upon her.
Upon her eyelash hung
The tear of a tender love.
"O how happy I am that my true love is dead!
I may love him again:
For he shall be an angel,
And I may love angels." 

She walked with timid steps to the image of the virgin Mary.
It stood in the bright light,
And looked down so motherly and gently
Upon the pure one. 

She sank down to her feet and looked up in heavenly peace,
Until her eyelids
Fell shut in death.
Her veil floated downward.


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This text was added to the website: 2010-10-22
Line count: 16
Word count: 104