An die ferne Geliebte

Franz Liszt took the work to be submitted for one of his numerous piano transcriptions.

Libretto

1 On the hill I sit peering

On the hill I sit peering In the blue mist country According to the distant pastures seeing Where I ask you, beloved, found.

Far am I from you, Spacers are mountain and valley Between us and our peace, Our happiness and our agony

Oh, the view can not you see, So ardently rushes to you, And the sighs, they blow In the space that separates us

Will then nothing more to reach you, Nothing to be messenger of love? I will sing, sing songs, The you speak of my pain!

Because entweichet of love sound Every room and every time, And a loving heart reaches For What a loving heart consecrated!

2 Where the mountains so blue

Where the mountains so blue From the misty gray Look down, Where the sun dies, Where the cloud moves, Do I want to be!

There in the quiet valley Silence pain and agony Where in the rock Still the primrose meditates, Blows so lightly the wind, Do I want to be!

Towards the thoughtful wood Love pushes me, Inner Anguish Oh, moves me 's not from here, Can I, Dear, with you Eternally be!

3 Easy sailors in the heights

Light sailors in the heights, And you, small and narrow, My love spot her, Greet them to me a thousand times.

Do you see clouds, they then go Meditating in the quiet valley, Let my picture in front of her arise In the airy heavenly hall.

If they are on the bushes Now that autumn fallow and bare. Lament to her, as has happened to me, Complains her, little birds, my pain!

Quiet west, bring in the wind To my heart choice My sighs, that pass As the sun last beam.

Whisper to her of my love supplication, Let them, small and narrow, See litter in your waves My tears without number!

4 These clouds in the heights

These clouds in the heights, These birds gaily train, If you, O Huldin see. Take me with light flight!

This vest will play Joking with you to cheek and breast In the silky curls dig. I shared with you this pleasure!

Towards thee of those hills Diligent this brook hurries. If your image is reflected in you, Back then flow without delay!

5 May returns the May, it meadow blooms

May returns, the May, it meadow blooms, The breezes blow so mild, so mild, Gabby the brooks now run.

The swallow returns to her hospitable roof, You so assiduously built up her bridal chamber, Love must dwell there.

She brings busy of criss- cross of Many soft pieces for the bridal bed, Many warm pieces for the little ones

Now live the couple so faithfully together, What winter, now united by May, What loves, he knows how to unite.

May returns, the May, it meadow blooms. The breezes blow so mild, so mild. Only I can not go away from here.

If all loves, the spring brings, Only our love no spring appears, And tears are our profits.

6 Take them, then, these songs

Take, then, these songs, The I you, beloved, sang, Sing them again in the evenings To the sounds of sweet sound.

When the twilight then moves After the calm blue sea, And the last ray dies Behind that hilltop;

And you sing what I sang, What me from my full heart Artlessly sounded, Only the longing aware:

Then depart from these songs What separates us so far, And a loving heart reaches For What a loving heart consecrated.