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- (Posted 2022-07-25) CPDL #70136:
- Editor: Charles Pearson (submitted 2022-07-25). Score information: Letter, 3 pages, 311 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Contains only text in English by editor; modern notation.
- (Posted 2022-07-25) CPDL #70135:
- Editor: Charles Pearson (submitted 2022-07-25). Score information: Letter, 3 pages, 307 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Modern notation, German text.
General Information
Title: Sehnsucht
Composer: Hugo Distler
Lyricist: Eduard Mörike
Number of voices: 3vv Voicing: SAB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: German
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 1939
Description: Partsong in 8 verses
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Original text and translations
 German text
1. In dieser Winterfrühe
Wie ist mir doch zumut!
O Morgenrot, ich glühe
Von deinem Jugendblut!
2. Es glüht der alte Felsen,
Und Wald and Burg zumal,
Berauschte Nebel wälzen
Sich jäh hinab das Tal.
3. Mit tatenfroher Eile
Erhebt sich Geist and Sinn,
Und flügelt goldne Pfeile
Durch alle Ferne hin.
4. Auf Zinnen möcht' ich springen
In alter Fürsten Schloß,
Möcht' hohe Lieder singen,
Mich schwingen auf das Roß!
5. Und stolzen Siegeswagen
Stürzt' ich mich brausend nach!
Die Harfe wird zerschlagen,
Die nur von Liebe sprach.
6. —Wie? schwärmst du so vermessen,
Herz, hast du nicht bedacht,
Hast du mit eins vergessen,
Was dich so trunken macht?
7. Ach, wohl! Was aus mir singet,
Ist nur der Liebe Glück,
Die wirren Töne schlinget
Sie sanft in sich zurück.
8. Was hilft, was hilft mein Sehnen?
Geliebte, wärst du hier!
In tausend Freudentränen
Verging' die Erde mir.
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 English translation
1. On this bright winter morning
I feel so strangely bright!
O morning sun, I’m glowing
Warmed by your youthful light!
2. The rocks and cliffs are glowing,
The village and the woods,
And drunken clouds are rolling
Down valley like a flood.
3. With busyness I’m harrowed
My spirits lifted, fair,
thoughts fly like golden arrows
and vanish in the air.
4. I’d storm the gates of castles
And leap up on the walls,
I’d sing great songs of battles,
And fight for every cause!
5. I’d rush to follow after
The victory parade!
The harp was long since shattered
That just for love was made.
6. —What? Raving without reason.
Heart, have you not giv’n thought,
Have you in haste forgotten
What made you so besot?
7. Oh, well! The song within me
Is but the bliss of love,
The tangled notes are creeping
Back softly to their trove.
8. What helps? What helps my longing?
Belov’d, if you were here,
In thousand joy-tears thronging
the world would disappear!
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