Trost im Liede
Language: German (Deutsch)
Available translation(s): CAT DUT ENG FRE
Braust des Unglücks Sturm empor:
Halt' ich meine Harfe vor.
Schützen können Saiten nicht,
Die er [schnell und leicht]1 durchbricht;
Aber durch des Sanges Thor
Schlägt er milder an mein Ohr.
Sanfte Laute hör ich klingen,
Die mir [in]2 die Seele dringen,
Die mir auf des Wohllauts Schwingen
Wunderbare Tröstung bringen;
Und ob Klagen mir entschweben,
Ob ich still und schmerzlich weine,
Fühl ich mich doch so ergeben,
Daß ich fest und gläubig meine:
Es gehört zu meinem Leben,
Daß sich Schmerz und Freude eine.
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Confirmed with Gedichte von Franz von Schober, Stuttgart und Tübingen, J.G.Cotta'scher Verlag, 1842, page 6; and with Huldigung den Frauen. Ein Taschenbuch für das Jahr 1832. Herausgegeben von J. F. Castelli. Zehnter Jahrgang. Wien bey Fr. Tendler, page 195.
1 Schubert: "leicht und schnell"
2 Schober (1832 edition): "an"
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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) , "Consol en el cant", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Troost in het lied", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (T. P. (Peter) Perrin) , "Consolation in song", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Consolation dans le chant", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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[Guest Editor] This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 85
Consolation in song
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch)
When adversity's tempest roars aloft,
I raise my harp against it.
The strings are no real shield,
which it splits with ease and speed,
but coming through song's gate
it strikes the ear more gently.
I hear soft tones playing
that enter into my soul,
and on harmony's wings
bring miraculous comfort.
Though I may give vent to laments,
though I, unheard, cry in pain,
yet it is my conviction,
which I firmly, devoutly hold,
that the essence of my life
is pain and joy conjoined.
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Word count: 86