Translation by Kittie Hall

Es war die Wirthin dem Betjáren hold
Language: German (Deutsch)  after the Hungarian (Magyar) 
Es war die Wirthin dem [Betjáren]1 hold,
Doch dieser hat die Wirthin nicht gewollt.
Der Wirthin Pflegekind, 'ne junge Maid,
War des Betjáren einz'ge Seligkeit.

Die Wirthin baß darüber Neid empfand,
Und Neid erfüllt stieß sie mit rauer Hand
In Gottes Welt hinaus das arme Kind --
Im Winter war's, und eisig blies der Wind.

Die Maid ging wenig Schritte vor das Thor,
Da hockte sie sich nieder und -- erfror.
Als dies zu Ohren dem Betjáren kam,
Die Wirthin ein entsetzlich Ende nahm.

Darob verfiel dem Henker der Betjár;
Ihm that's nicht leid, er freute sich sogar;
Weil er, seitdem sein Mädchen lag im Grab,
Nicht eine Pfeif' Tabak für's Leben gab.

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Confirmed with Gedichte von Alexander Petöfi. Aus dem Ungarischen von Ladislaus Neugebauer, Leipzig: Verlag von Otto Wigand, 1878, page 8.

1 White consistently spells it "Betyár" or "Betyáren"

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This text was added to the website: 2013-09-24
Line count: 16
Word count: 111

Hostess and Betyar
Language: German (Deutsch)  after the German (Deutsch) 
The hostess burn'd with love for the Betyár,
But hopelessly, for he reck'd not of her.
The one soft strain in all his nature wild
Was his devotion to her foster child.

The hostess filled thereat with envious spite,
Drove forth her helpless rival one black night,
A poor fair child in Gods [sic] wide world alone --
In winter 'twas, the icy wind made moan.

The maid went trembling forth into the night,
Then cower'd down and died of cold and fright.
When news of this was spread throughout the land,
The hostess perish'd by the Betyár's hand.

And e'en in goal the Betyár laugh'd at death,
He'd not have giv'n a rush to buy his breath[.]
For since the maid he lov'd lay in the earth;
Not e'en a rush to him his life was worth.

Note: White's score gives the poet's name as "Kitty Hall"

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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)


Researcher for this text: Sharon Krebs [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website: 2013-09-24
Line count: 16
Word count: 137