Translation © by Marianne Beate Kielland

Schmerzen
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): CAT ENG FRE ITA NOR NYN RUS
Sonne, weinest jeden Abend
Dir die schönen Augen rot,
Wenn im Meeresspiegel badend
Dich erreicht der frühe Tod;

Doch erstehst in alter Pracht,
Glorie der düstren Welt,
Du am Morgen neu erwacht,
Wie ein stolzer Siegesheld!

Ach, wie sollte ich da klagen,
Wie, mein Herz, so schwer dich sehn,
Muß die Sonne selbst verzagen,
Muß die Sonne untergehn?

Und gebieret Tod nur Leben,
Geben Schmerzen Wonne nur:
O wie dank ich, daß gegeben
Solche Schmerzen mir Natur!

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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)

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

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Dolors", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "Anguish", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Douleurs", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Dolori", copyright © 2007, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Arrigo Enrico Boito) , "Dolori"
  • NOR Norwegian (Bokmål) (Marianne Beate Kielland) , "Smerter", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • NYN Norwegian (Nynorsk) (Are Frode Søholt) , "Sorg", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • RUS Russian (Русский) (Elena Danilova) , "Муки", copyright © 2011, (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: 2014-06-16 10:01:55
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Smerter
Language: Norwegian (Bokmål)  after the German (Deutsch) 
Sol, hver aften gråter du
dine vakre øyne røde,
Når du badende i havets speil
nås av den tidlige død;

Men i forgangen prakt oppstår du igjen, du dystre verdens glorie,
Hver morgen våkner du på ny
som en stolt seiersherre!

Akk, hvorfor skal jeg da klage over hvordan, mitt hjerte, 
så tungt deg skuer,
Må solen selv fortvile,
må solen gå under?

Og om døden føder liv,
om smerter føder liv til håpet:
Å, hvor takknemlig er jeg da, 
for at naturen har gitt meg 
slike smerter!

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  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to Norwegian (Bokmål) copyright © 2012 by Marianne Beate Kielland, (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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Text added to the website: 2012-06-09 00:00:00
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:04:57
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