Zur Rosenzeit
German source:
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Meine Liebe trug euch nicht;
Blühet, ach! dem Hoffnungslosen,
Dem der Gram die Seele bricht!
Jener Tage denk’ ich trauernd,
Als ich, Engel, an dir hing,
Auf das erste Knöspchen lauernd
Früh zu meinem Garten ging;
Alle Blüten, alle Früchte
Noch zu deinen Füßen trug
Und vor deinem Angesichte
Hoffnung in dem Herzen schlug.
Ihr verblühet, süße Rosen,
Meine Liebe trug euch nicht;
Blühet, ach! dem Hoffnungslosen,
Dem der Gram die Seele bricht.
Time of Roses
English translation ©
Richard Stokes
My love did not wear you;
Ah! You bloom for one bereft of hope,
Whose soul now breaks with grief!
Sorrowfully I think of those days,
When I, my angel, set my heart on you,
And waiting for the first little bud,
Went early to my garden;
Laid all the blossoms, all the fruits
At your very feet,
With hope beating in my heart,
When you looked on me.
You fade, sweet roses,
My love did not wear you;
Ah! you bloom for one bereft of hope,
Whose soul now breaks with grief.
Translations by Richard Stokes, author of The Book of Lieder (Faber, 2005)
Zur Rosenzeit
German source:
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Time of Roses
English source:
Richard Stokes
Ihr verblühet, süße Rosen,
You fade, sweet roses,
Meine Liebe trug euch nicht;
My love did not wear you;
Blühet, ach! dem Hoffnungslosen,
Ah! You bloom for one bereft of hope,
Dem der Gram die Seele bricht!
Whose soul now breaks with grief!
Jener Tage denk’ ich trauernd,
Sorrowfully I think of those days,
Als ich, Engel, an dir hing,
When I, my angel, set my heart on you,
Auf das erste Knöspchen lauernd
And waiting for the first little bud,
Früh zu meinem Garten ging;
Went early to my garden;
Alle Blüten, alle Früchte
Laid all the blossoms, all the fruits
Noch zu deinen Füßen trug
At your very feet,
Und vor deinem Angesichte
With hope beating in my heart,
Hoffnung in dem Herzen schlug.
When you looked on me.
Ihr verblühet, süße Rosen,
You fade, sweet roses,
Meine Liebe trug euch nicht;
My love did not wear you;
Blühet, ach! dem Hoffnungslosen,
Ah! you bloom for one bereft of hope,
Dem der Gram die Seele bricht.
Whose soul now breaks with grief.
Composer
Poet
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Johann Wolfgang Goethe was a German writer and statesman. His body of work includes epic and lyric poetry written in a variety of metres and styles; prose and verse dramas; memoirs; an autobiography; literary and aesthetic criticism; treatises on…
Performances
Previously performed at:
- 68. Mastercourse Day Five 28 Oct 2022
- 64. Mastercourse Day Four 27 Oct 2022
- 58. Mastercourse Day Three 26 Oct 2022
- 54. Mastercourse Day Two 25 Oct 2022
- 50. Mastercourse Day One 24 Oct 2022
- 29. Marie-Laure Garnier, Célia Oneto Bensaid, Quatuor Hanson: La bonne Chanson 19 Oct 2022
- Maria Forsström & Sholto Kynoch 10 Mar 2018