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Four Last Songs
Song Cycle by Richard Georg Strauss (1864 - 1949)
View original-language texts alone: Vier letzte Lieder
In dämmrigen Grüften Träumte ich lang Von deinen Bäumen und blauen Lüften, Von deinem Duft und Vogelsang. Nun liegst du erschlossen In Gleiß und Zier, Von Licht übergossen Wie ein Wunder vor mir. Du kennst mich wieder, Du lockst mich zart, Es zittert durch all meine Glieder Deine selige Gegenwart.
Text Authorship:
- by Hermann Hesse (1877 - 1962), "Frühling", subtitle: "(1899)", written 1899
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In dusky vaults I have long dreamt of your trees and blue skies, of your scents and the songs of birds. Now you lie revealed in glistening splendour, flushed with light, like a wonder before me. You know me again, you beckon tenderly to me; all of my limbs quiver from your blissful presence!
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Der Garten trauert, Kühl sinkt in die Blumen der Regen. Der Sommer schauert Still seinem Ende entgegen. Golden tropft Blatt um Blatt Nieder vom hohen Akazienbaum. Sommer lächelt erstaunt und matt In den sterbenden Gartentraum. Lange noch bei den Rosen Bleibt er stehen, sehnt sich nach Ruh. Langsam tut er die großen Müdgewordnen Augen zu.
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- by Hermann Hesse (1877 - 1962), "September", subtitle: "(1927)", written 1927
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The garden is mourning, the rain sinks coolly into the flowers. Summer shudders as it meets its end. Leaf upon leaf drops golden down from the lofty acacia. Summer smiles, astonished and weak, in the dying garden dream. For a while still by the roses it remains standing, yearning for peace. Slowly it closes its large eyes grown weary.
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Nun der Tag mich müd gemacht, Soll mein sehnliches Verlangen Freundlich die gestirnte Nacht Wie ein müdes Kind empfangen. Hände, laßt von allem Tun, Stirn vergiß du alles Denken, Alle meine Sinne nun Wollen sich in Schlummer senken. Und die Seele unbewacht Will in freien Flügen schweben, Um im Zauberkreis der Nacht Tief und tausendfach zu leben.
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- by Hermann Hesse (1877 - 1962), "Beim Schlafengehen", written 1911, first published 1911?
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Now that the day has made me so tired, my dearest longings shall be accepted kindly by the starry night like a weary child. Hands, cease your activity, head, forget all of your thoughts; all my senses now will sink into slumber. And my soul, unobserved, will float about on untrammeled wings in the enchanted circle of the night, living a thousandfold more deeply.
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Wir sind durch Not und Freude Gegangen Hand in Hand, Vom Wandern ruhen wir Nun überm stillen Land. Rings sich die Thäler neigen, Es dunkelt schon die Luft, Zwei Lerchen nur noch steigen Nachträumend in den Duft. Tritt her, und laß sie schwirren, Bald ist es Schlafenszeit, Daß wir uns nicht verirren In dieser Einsamkeit. O weiter stiller Friede! So tief im Abendrot, Wie sind wir wandermüde -- Ist dies etwa der Tod?
Text Authorship:
- by Joseph Karl Benedikt, Freiherr von Eichendorff (1788 - 1857), "Im Abendrot", appears in Gedichte, in 4. Frühling und Liebe
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Note: Modern spelling would change "Thäler" to "Täler"
Through adversity and joy We've gone hand in hand; We rest now from our wanderings Upon this quiet land. Around us slope the valleys, The skies grow dark; Two larks alone are just climbing, As if after a dream, into the scented air. Come here and let them whir past, For it will soon be time to rest; We do not wish to get lost In this solitude. O wide, quiet peace, So deep in the red dusk... How weary we are of our travels -- Is this perhaps - Death? --
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2013 by Emily Ezust
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This text was added to the website: 2013-12-11
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Word count: 90