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Drei Tage Regen fort und fort, Kein Sonnenschein zur Stunde; Drei Tage lang kein gutes Wort Aus meiner Liebsten Munde! Sie trutzt mit mir und ich mit ihr, So hat sie's haben wollen; Mir aber nagt's am Herzen hier, Das Schmollen und das Grollen. Willkommen denn, des Jägers Lust, Gewittersturm und Regen! Fest zugeknöpft die heiße Brust, Und jauchzend euch entgegen! Nun sitzt sie wohl daheim und lacht Und scherzt mit den Geschwistern; Ich höre in des Waldes Nacht Die alten Blätter flüstern. Nun sitzt sie wohl und weinet laut Im Kämmerlein, in Sorgen; Mir ist es wie dem Wilde traut, In Finsterniß geborgen. Kein Hirsch und Rehlein überall! Ein Schuß zum Zeit vertreibe! Gesunder Knall und Wiederhall Erfrischt das Mark im Leibe. -- Doch wie der Donner nun verhallt In Tälern, durch die Runde, Ein plötzlich Weh mich überwallt, Mir sinkt das Herz zu Grunde. Sie trutzt mit mir und ich mit ihr, So hat sie's haben wollen, Mir aber frißt's am Herzen hier, Das Schmollen und das Grollen. Und auf! und nach der Liebsten Haus! Und sie gefaßt um's Mieder! "Drück' mir die naßen Locken aus, und küß' und hab' mich wieder!"
Authorship:
- by Eduard Mörike (1804 - 1875), "Der Jäger" [author's text checked 1 time 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 R. von Knebel-Döberitz , "Der Jäger", published 1879 [ voice and piano ], from Vier Lieder, no. 4, Berlin, Bahn [sung text not yet checked]
- by Wolfgang Ulrich (1924 - 1995), "Der Jäger", 1982 [sung text not yet checked]
- by Hugo Wolf (1860 - 1903), "Der Jäger", from Mörike-Lieder, no. 40 [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "El caçador", copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Malcolm Wren) , "The hunter", copyright © 2006, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Le chasseur", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Stéphane Goldet) (Pierre de Rosamel) , "Le chasseur", copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Il cacciatore", copyright © 2013, (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.
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Da tre giorni piove senza posa, fino a ora nessun raggio di sole; da tre giorni non una parola buona dalle labbra dell'amore mio. E' in conflitto con me e io con lei, così ha voluto. Ma mi rodono il cuore il broncio e il rancore. Siano allora benvenuti, il piacere della caccia, e la tempesta e la pioggia! Ben chiusi i bottoni sul petto che brucia, vado lieto incontro a voi! Ora lei sta a casa e ride scherzando con fratelli e sorelle; mentre io ascolto, di notte, il fruscio delle foglie secche. Ora lei sta seduta a piangere, in pensiero, nella sua cameretta, Come la selvaggina mi sento a mio agio al sicuro nell'oscurità! Nessun cervo o capriolo in vista! Uno sparo per passare il tempo! Un salutare botto e la sua eco rinfrancano le ossa fino al midollo. -- Eppure quando l'eco si spegne, tutt'intorno, nelle valli, un improvviso dolore mi prende, e sento sprofondarmi il cuore. E' in conflitto con me e io con lei, così ha voluto. Ma mi rodono il cuore il broncio e il rancore. E allora via! A casa dall'amata! La stringerò alla vita! "Asciuga i miei riccioli umidi, e baciami e prendimi nuovamente con te!"
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to Italian (Italiano) copyright © 2013 by Ferdinando Albeggiani, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Eduard Mörike (1804 - 1875), "Der Jäger"
This text was added to the website: 2013-09-17
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Word count: 203