Anakreons Grab
Language: German (Deutsch)
Our translations: CAT ENG FRE
Wo die Rose hier blüht, wo Reben um Lorbeer sich schlingen,
Wo das Turtelchen lockt, wo sich das Grillchen ergötzt,
Welch ein Grab ist hier, das alle Götter mit Leben
Schön bepflanzt und geziert? Es ist Anakreons Ruh.
Frühling, Sommer, und Herbst genoß der glückliche Dichter,
Vor dem Winter hat ihn endlich der Hügel geschützt.
Confirmed with Goethe's Gedichte, Hamburg, Gedruckt bey Friedrich Hermann Nestler, Hamburg, 1813, page 145.
Text Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Michael Brough (b. 1960), "Anakreons Grab", op. 15 (24 Lieder) no. 18 (>>2000) [ voice and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
- by Alfred Valentin Heuß (1877 - 1934), "Anakreons Grab" [sung text not yet checked]
- by Lenhuk , "Anakreons Grab", published <<1815 [ voice and piano ], from Zwölf Gedichte von Goethe und Schiller, no. 4 [sung text not yet checked]
- by (Olav) Fartein Valen (1887 - 1952), "Anakreons Grab", op. 31 (Zwei Lieder für Sopran und Klavier) no. 2 (1939) [ soprano and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
- by Hugo Wolf (1860 - 1903), "Anakreons Grab", 1888-9, published 1891 [ voice and piano ], from Goethe-Lieder, no. 29, Mainz, Schott [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "La tomba d’Anacreont", copyright © 2021, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "Anacreon's grave", copyright ©
- FRE French (Français) (Catherine Beloin) , "Le tombeau d'Anakreon", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 6
Word count: 55
Anacreon's grave
Language: English after the German (Deutsch)
Here, where the rose blooms, where vines entwine the laurel,
Where the turtledove flirts, where the cricket delights -
What grave is this here, that all the gods
Have so beautifully graced with verdant life? It is Anacreon's resting-place.
Spring, summer, and autumn did that happy poet enjoy;
From winter, at last, has this mound protected him.
Text Authorship:
- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust
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Line count: 6
Word count: 56