Translation © by T. P. (Peter) Perrin

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


Research team for this text: Richard Morris , Peter Rastl [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 16
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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This text was added to the website: 2012-07-03
Line count: 16
Word count: 86