Auf der Donau
Language: German (Deutsch)
Available translation(s): CAT DUT ENG FRE ITA
Auf der Wellen Spiegel
Schwimmt der Kahn.
Alte Burgen ragen
Himmelan;
Tannenwälder rauschen
[Geistergleich -]1
Und das Herz im Busen
Wird uns weich.
Denn der Menschen Werke
Sinken all';
Wo ist [Thurm und]2 Pforte,
Wo der Wall,
Wo sie selbst, die Starken?
Erzgeschirmt,
Die in Krieg und Jagden
Hingestürmt.
Trauriges Gestrüppe
Wuchert fort,
Während frommer Sage
Kraft verdorrt.
Und im kleinen Kahne
Wird uns bang -
Wellen droh'n, wie Zeiten,
Untergang.
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Confirmed with Gedichte von Johann Mayrhofer. Wien. Bey Friedrich Volke. 1824, pages 18-19; and with Mahlerisches Taschenbuch für Freunde interessanter Gegenden Natur- und Kunst Merkwürdigkeiten der Österreichischen Monarchie. Sechster Jahrgang. Wien, 1818. Im Verlage bey Anton Doll, pages 1-2.
1 Mayrhofer (1818 edition): "Geistern gleich,"
2 Schubert: "Thurm, wo"
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Al Danubi", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Op de Donau", copyright © 2005, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "On the Danube", copyright ©
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Sur le Danube", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Sul Danubio", copyright © 2004, (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: 71
Sul Danubio
Language: Italian (Italiano)  after the German (Deutsch)
Sul riflesso delle onde
va la piccola nave,
Antichi castelli
si alzano al cielo,
Mormorano boschi d'abeti
come fantasmi,
Si scioglie il cuore
in petto.
Perché tutto ciò che è umano
ha una fine;
Dove sono le torri, le porte,
i terrapieni,
E dove loro stessi, i valorosi,
nelle armature,
Impegnati nelle guerre
o nella caccia?
Triste sterpaglia cresce
dovunque,
Mentre cadono nell'oblio
le antiche leggende:
E nella piccola nave l'ansia
ci prende,
Le onde minacciano
come il passare del tempo.
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