Translation Singable translation by Charles Fonteyn Manney (1872 - 1951)

Schwebe, blaues Auge, schwebe
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): FRE
Schwebe, blaues Auge, schwebe
Unabwendbar ob dem meinen,
Einen Frühling wirk und webe
Rings um mich in lichtem Scheinen.

Klinge, süße Stimme, klinge
An mein Herz im Tongewimmel,
Trag auf deiner Engelschwinge
Mich Verwandelten gen Himmel.

Jüngst noch Nacht und Winter war es;
Nun ists plötzlich Tag geworden,
Tag und Mai, ein wunderbares
Sein in Strahlen und Akkorden!

Überall ein Hoffnungsschiller,
Ein verheißend Frühlingswetter,
Blütenwellen, Lerchentriller,
Nachtigallenlustgeschmetter.

Laß, o laß ihn nicht vergehn,
Diesen letzten Lenz der Erde,
Bis ich seine Blumen sehn,
Seine Früchte brechen werde.

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

  • ENG English [singable] (Charles Fonteyn Manney) , title 1: "Gaze upon me, eyes of azure", published 1911
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , title 1: "Flottez, yeux bleus", copyright © 2012, (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: 20
Word count: 87

Gaze upon me, eyes of azure
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
Gaze upon me, eyes of azure,
Never from me turn thy wondrous glances;
Bring the springtime, dearest treasure,
Love-lit hours when all entrances.

Sound around me, voice the sweetest,
In my heart thy dulcet tones are singing,
Borne upon thy pinions fleetest
Would my soul to heav'n be winging!

Once 'twas night and winter dreary;
Now the day has burst upon me!
Day and May, a springtime cheery,
Light and sunshine, love has won me!

Ev'rywhere new hopes are thrilling,
Balmy zephyrs rich dower;
Buds are op'ning, larks are trilling,
Nighingales their carols shower.

Leave me not, O spring so fair,
Stay, enchanted hours of rapture!
Till I cull thy blossoms rare,
All thy wealth of fruit I capture.

From a Liszt score.

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This text was added to the website: 2011-04-13
Line count: 20
Word count: 119