by Nikolaus Lenau (1802 - 1850)
Translation © by Salvador Pila

Holder Lenz, du bist dahin!
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): CAT DUT ENG ENG FRE
Holder Lenz, du bist dahin!
Nirgends, nirgends darfst du bleiben!
Wo ich sah dein frohes Blühn,
Braust des Herbstes banges Treiben.

Wie der Wind so traurig fuhr
Durch [den Strauch]1, als ob er weine;
Sterbeseufzer der Natur
Schauern durch die welken Haine.

Wieder ist, wie bald! wie bald!
Mir ein Jahr dahingeschwunden.
Fragend rauscht es aus dem Wald:
"Hat dein Herz sein Glück gefunden?"

Waldesrauschen, wunderbar
Hast du mir das Herz getroffen!
Treulich bringt ein jedes Jahr
[Welkes Laub und welkes]2 Hoffen.

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1 Schoeck: "die Straßen" (streets)
2 Mendelssohn: "neues Laub wie neues" (new leaves like new)

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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)

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

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Cançó de tardor", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "Autumn lament/song", copyright © 2004
  • ENG English (Walter A. Aue) , "Lovely Spring, you left so soon!", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Plainte d'automne", copyright © 2009, (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: 82

Cançó de tardor
Language: Catalan (Català)  after the German (Deutsch) 
Primavera encisadora, has marxat!
Enlloc, enlloc, pots tu restar!
Allà on veié el teu alegre florejar,
ara bramula l'angoixant tumult de la tardor.

Com n'és de trist el vent que bufa
a través dels matolls, com si plorés;
sospir moribund de la natura
tremolant per els boscatges marcits.

Que aviat! Que aviat! Ha passat  
un altre any.
La remor del bosc pregunta:
"El teu cor ha trobat la benaurança?"

Meravellosa fressa dels boscos
m'has colpit el cor!
Cada any porta fidelment
fulles seques i esperances marcides.  

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  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to Catalan (Català) copyright © 2011 by Salvador Pila, (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: 2011-05-13
Line count: 16
Word count: 86