Translation © by Emily Ezust

Nachtigallen schwingen
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): DUT ENG FRE
   Nachtigallen schwingen
   Lustig ihr Gefieder;
   Nachtigallen singen
   Ihre alten Lieder.
   Und die Blumen alle,
   Sie erwachen wieder
   Bei dem Klang und Schalle
   Aller dieser Lieder.

Und meine Sehnsucht wird zur Nachtigall
Und fliegt in die blühende Welt hinein,
Und fragt bei den Blumen überall:
Wo mag doch mein, mein Blümchen sein?

    Und die Nachtigallen
    Schwingen ihren Reigen
    Unter Laubeshallen
    Zwischen Blütenzweigen,
    Vor den Blumen allen --
    Aber ich muß schweigen.
    Unter ihnen steh' ich
    Traurig sinnend still;
    Eine [Knospe]1 seh' ich,
    Die nicht blühen will.

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Confirmed with Buch der Liebe von Hoffmann von Fallersleben, Breslau, bei Georg Philipp Aderholz, 1836, pages 45-46.

1 Brahms: "Blume"

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

  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Nachtegalen spelen", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "Nightingales beat", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Les rossignols agitent", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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Text added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Last modified: 2019-03-18 16:17:01
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Word count: 85

Nightingales beat
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
Nightingales beat
Merrily their wings,
Nightingales sing
Their old songs.
And all the flowers,
They awaken again
To the clangor and sound
Of all these songs.

And my yearning becomes a nightingale
And flies off in the blooming world,
And asks the flowers everywhere,
Where my little flower is?

And the nightingales
Dance their circle-dance
In the halls of the bowers
Between the blossoming branches;
Among all the flowers,
however, I must be silent.
Among them I remain
Silent with my mournful thoughts:
One flower do I see,
That will not bloom.

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  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust

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Text added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:01:34
Line count: 22
Word count: 92