by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856)
Translation © by Pierre Mathé

Ich weiß eine alte Kunde
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): ENG FRE
Ich weiß eine alte Kunde,
Die hallet dumpf und trüb:
Ein Ritter liegt liebeswunde,
Doch treulos ist sein Lieb.

Als treulos muß er verachten
Die eigne Herzliebste sein,
Als schimpflich muß er betrachten
Die eigne Liebespein.

Er möcht in die Schranken reiten
Und rufen die Ritter zum Streit:
"Der mag sich zum [Kampfe]1 bereiten,
Wer mein Lieb eines Makels zeiht!"

Da würden wohl alle schweigen,
Nur nicht sein eigener Schmerz;
Da müßt er die Lanze neigen
[Wider 's]2 eigne [klagende]3 Herz.

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1 Backer-Grøndahl: "Kampf"
2 Backer-Grøndahl: "wieder's"
3 Backer-Grøndahl: "klagendes" (likely a typo)

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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)

Settings in other languages, adaptations, or excerpts:

  • Also set in Danish (Dansk), a translation by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist ; composed by Agathe Ursula Backer-Grøndahl.
  • Also set in Russian (Русский), a translation by Wilhelm Aleksandrovich Sorgenfrei (1882 - 1938) ; composed by Edison Vasilyevich Denisov, G. A. Goldenberg.

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

  • ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Le chevalier blessé", copyright © 2010, (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: 16
Word count: 81

Le chevalier blessé
Language: French (Français)  after the German (Deutsch) 
Je connais un vieux récit
Qui a un écho trouble et confus :
Un chevalier gisait, d'amour blessé,
Mais son amour était l'infidèle.

Puisqu'infidèle, il doit mépriser
Le plus grand amour de son propre cœur,
Puisqu'infamante, il doit éprouver
Sa propre peine d'amour.

Il aimerait entrer dans la lice
Et inviter des chevaliers à un assaut:
« Il peut se préparer au combat,
Celui qui accuse mon amour de déshonneur ! »

Alors tous se tairont,
Sauf sa propre douleur :
Il devra alors pointer sa lance
Contre son propre cœur souffrant.

Authorship

  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to French (Français) copyright © 2010 by Pierre Mathé, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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This text was added to the website: 2010-12-07
Line count: 16
Word count: 92