В теплице | Свод высок листвяной кроны

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by (Agnes) Mathilde Wesendonck, née Luckemeyer (1828 - 1902)

Translation © by Elena Danilova

Im Treibhaus

Language: German (Deutsch)

Our translations: CAT ENG FRE ITA NOR NYN RUS SPA TUR

Hochgewölbte Blätterkronen,
Baldachine von Smaragd,
Kinder ihr aus fernen Zonen,
Saget mir, warum ihr klagt?

Schweigend neiget ihr die Zweige,
Malet Zeichen in die Luft,
Und der Leiden stummer Zeuge
Steiget aufwärts, süßer Duft.

Weit in sehnendem Verlangen
Breitet ihr die Arme aus,
Und umschlinget wahnbefangen
Öder Leere nicht'gen Graus.

Wohl, ich weiß es, arme Pflanze;
Ein Geschicke teilen wir,
Ob umstrahlt von Licht und Glanze,
Unsre Heimat ist nicht hier!

Und wie froh die Sonne scheidet
Von des Tages leerem Schein,
Hüllet der, der wahrhaft leidet,
Sich in Schweigens Dunkel ein.

Stille wird's, ein säuselnd Weben
Füllet bang den dunklen Raum:
Schwere Tropfen seh ich schweben
An der Blätter grünem Saum.

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by (Agnes) Mathilde Wesendonck, née Luckemeyer (1828 - 1902) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):

by Richard Wagner (1813 - 1883), "Im Treibhaus", WWV 91 no. 3 (1857), published 1862 [ female voice and piano or orchestra ], from Wesendonck-Lieder, no. 3, Mainz, Schott, also set in French (Français) [sung text checked 1 time]

Settings in other languages, adaptations, or excerpts:

Also set in French (Français), a translation by Victor Wilder (1835 - 1892) ; composed by Richard Wagner.
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CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Dins l'hivernacle", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "In the hothouse", copyright ©
FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Dans la serre", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Nella serra", copyright © 2007, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
ITA Italian (Italiano) (Arrigo Enrico Boito) , "Nella serra"
NOR Norwegian (Bokmål) (Marianne Beate Kielland) , "I drivhuset", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
NYN Norwegian (Nynorsk) (Are Frode Søholt) , "I drivhuset", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
RUS Russian (Русский) (Elena Danilova) , "В теплице", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
SPA Spanish (Español) (Susana Martin Dudoignon) , "En el invernadero", copyright © 2021, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
TUR Turkish (Türkçe) (Lacin Modiri) , "Sera'da", copyright © 2016, (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: 24
Word count: 112

В теплице

Language: Russian (Русский) after the German (Deutsch)

Свод высок листвяной кроны,
Балдахиновый смарагд,
Дети, вы, из дальней зоны,
Что же вас печалит так?

Молча клоните вы ветви,
Знаки в воздухе черкнув,
И незримый мук свидетель
Вверх всплывает сладкий дух.

Вдаль в томительном желаньи 
Распахнули руки вы,
И объяли в упованьи
Ужас голой пустоты.

Знаю, знаю, бедный друг,
Где одной судьбой живут:
Хоть сияет свет вокруг,
Наша родина – не тут!

И, как солнце убегает
От пустого блеска дня,
Жаждет то, кто здесь страдает,
Крова ночи для себя.

Тихо всё, тревожный шелест
Полнит комнат темноту:
Тяжких капель вижу трепет,
Что стекают по листу.

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This text was added to the website: 2011-12-10
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