by Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856)
Translation © by John W. Grubbs

In dem Walde sprießt und grünt es
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): ENG FRE
In dem Walde sprießt und grünt es
Fast jüngfräulich lustbeklommen;
Doch die Sonne [lacht]1 herunter:
Junger Frühling, sei willkommen!

Nachtigall! auch dich schon hör' ich,
Wie du flötest selig trübe
Schluchzend langgezogne Töne,
Und dein Lied ist lauter Liebe!

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Confirmed with: Heinrich Heine’s sämtliche Werke in vier Bänden, herausgegeben von Otto F. Lachmann, Erster Band, Leipzig: Druck und Verlag von Philipp Reclam jun, [1887], page 240.

1 Hohfeld: "scheint"

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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 Russian (Русский), a translation by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist , no title ; composed by Boris Sergeyevich Maizel'.
  • Also set in Russian (Русский), a translation by Mikhail Larionovich Mikhailov (1829 - 1865) , no title ; composed by Borys Mykolayovych Lyatoshynsky, Pavel Ivanovich Senitsa.
  • Also set in Ukrainian (Українська), a translation by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist ; composed by Borys Mykolayovych Lyatoshynsky.

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

  • ENG English (John W. Grubbs) , "Spring song", copyright ©, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FIN Finnish (Suomi) (Valter Juva) , "Metsä vihannoi ja silmuu"
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Dans la forêt tout pousse et verdit", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Research team for this text: John W. Grubbs , Sharon Krebs [Guest Editor] , Johann Winkler

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 8
Word count: 39

Spring song
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
In the forest it blooms and greens
almost virginally full of desire;
yet the sun laughs down:
young Spring, welcome!

Nightingale, I already hear
how you sing, blissfully sad,
long, sobbing tones,
and your song is pure love!

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  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by John W. Grubbs, (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 between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 8
Word count: 38