Der Abend, Op. 64, No. 2 (Johannes Brahms)

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General Information

Title: Der Abend, Op. 64, No. 2
Composer: Johannes Brahms
Lyricist: Friedrich Schiller

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: German
Instruments: Piano

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Original text and translations

German.png German text

Senke, strahlender Gott, die Fluren dürsten
Nach erquickendem Tau, der Mensch verschmachtet,
Matter ziehen die Rosse, senke den wagen hinab.

Sehe, wer aus des Meeres krystallner Woge
Lieblich lächelnd dir winkt! Erkennt dein Herz sie?
Rascher fliegen die Rosse.
Thetys, die göttliche, winkt.

Schnell vom Wagen herab in ihre Arme
Springt der Führer. Den Zaum ergreift Kupido.
Stille halten die Rosse,
Trinken die kühlende Flut.

Auf dem Himmel herauf mit leisen Schritten
Kommt die duftende Nacht; ihr folgt die süsse Liebe.
Ruht und liebet! Phöbus, der Liebende, ruht.

English.png English translation

translation by Paine/Jeffers (adapt. Drew Collins)

Let it sink, radiant God- the fields thirst
for refreshing dew; the people languish,
the steeds are weary- let the chariot sink down!

Behold the one who beckons you, sweetly smiling, from the sea's crystalline wave!
Does your heart recognize her?
Faster fly the steeds; Thetys, the divine one, beckons.

The driver leaps quickly from the chariot into her arms.
Cupid seizes the reins;
the steeds stand still and drink at the cooling stream.

Ascending in the sky with quiet steps
comes the fragrant night; sweet love follows.
Rest and love! Phoebus, the loving one, rests.