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from Volkslieder (Folksongs)
Translation © by Pierre Mathé

Es ging ein Maidlein zarte
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Our translations:  CAT DUT ENG FRE ITA
Es ging ein Maidlein zarte
Früh in der Morgenstund
In einen Blumengarten,
Frisch, fröhlich und gesund;
Der Blümlein es viel brechen wollt,
Daraus ein'n Kranz zu machen
Von Silber und von Gold.

Da kam herzugeschlichen
Ein gar erschrecklich Mann,
Die Farb war ihm verblichen,
Kein Kleider hatt er an.
Er hat kein Fleisch, kein Blut, kein Haar,
Es war an ihm verdorret,
Sein Fleisch und Flechsen gar.

O Tod, laß mich beim Leben,
Nimm all mein Hausgesind!
Mein Vater wird dirs geben,
Wenn er mich lebend findt;
Ich bin sein einzig Töchterlein,
Er würde mich nicht geben
Um tausend Gulden fein.

Er nahm sie in der Mitten,
Da sie am schwächsten war,
Es half an ihm kein Bitten,
Er warf sie in das Gras,
Und rührte an ihr junges Herz,
Da liegt das Maidlein zarte
Voll bittrer Angst und Schmerz.

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Text Authorship:

  • from Volkslieder (Folksongs)  [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):

  • by Johannes Brahms (1833 - 1897), "Das Mädchen und der Tod", WoO. 32 no. 23 (1858), published 1926 [ voice and piano ], from Deutsche Volkslieder, no. 23, Leipzig, Breitkopf & Härtel [sung text checked 1 time]
  • by Johannes Brahms (1833 - 1897), "Es ging ein Maidlein zarte", WoO. 33 no. 21, published [1894], from Deutsche Volkslieder, no. 21, Berlin, N. Simrock [sung text checked 1 time]

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

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2022, (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 (Linda Godry) , "Early one morning", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , no title, copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Andò una delicata fanciulla", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 28
Word count: 140

Une délicate jouvencelle alla
Language: French (Français)  after the German (Deutsch) 
Une délicate jouvencelle alla
De bon matin
Dans un jardin en fleurs,
Fraîche, gaie et vigoureuse :
Elle voulait cueillir beaucoup de fleurs
Pour s'en faire une couronne
D'argent et d'or.

Là se glissa près d'elle
Un homme tout à fait effrayant ;
Il avait perdu ses couleurs
Ne portait aucun vêtement,
Il n'avait ni chair, ni sang ni cheveux,
Sa chair et ses tendons
Avaient même desséché sur lui.

Ô Mort, laisse-moi la vie,
Prends tous mes domestiques !
Mon père te les donnera
S'il me retrouve vivante ;
Je suis sa fille unique,
Il ne me donnerait pas
Pour mille florins.

Il la saisit par la taille,
Là où elle était la plus faible,
Il ne servait à rien de le prier,
Il la jeta sur l'herbe
Et quand il toucha son jeune cœur,
La délicate jouvencelle gisait,
Emplie d'une peur atroce et de douleur.

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Text Authorship:

  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to French (Français) copyright © 2011 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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  • a text in German (Deutsch) from Volkslieder (Folksongs)
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This text was added to the website: 2011-06-22
Line count: 28
Word count: 143

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