Ungeduld

Ich schnitt es gern in alle Rinden ein,
Ich grüb es gern in jeden Kieselstein,
Ich möcht es sä'n auf jedes frische Beet
Mit Kressensamen, der es schnell verrät,
Auf [jeden weißen Zettel]1 möcht ich's schreiben:
Dein ist mein Herz und [soll]2 es ewig bleiben.

Ich möcht mir ziehen einen jungen Star,
Bis daß er spräch die Worte rein und klar,
Bis er sie spräch mit meines Mundes Klang,
Mit meines Herzens vollem, [heißen]3 Drang;
Dann säng er hell durch ihre Fensterscheiben:
Dein ist mein Herz und soll es ewig bleiben.

Den Morgenwinden möcht ich's hauchen ein,
Ich möcht es säuseln durch den regen Hain;
Oh, leuchtet' es aus jedem Blumenstern!
Trüg es der Duft zu ihr von nah und fern!
Ihr Wogen, könnt ihr nichts als Räder treiben?
Dein ist mein Herz und soll es ewig bleiben.

Ich meint, es müßt in meinen Augen stehn,
Auf meinen Wangen müßt man's brennen sehn,
Zu lesen wär's auf meinem stummen Mund,
Ein jeder Atemzug gäb's laut ihr kund,
Und sie merkt nichts von all dem bangen Treiben:
Dein ist mein Herz und soll es ewig bleiben.

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Note: Lang sets only the first stanza
¹ Lang: "jedes leere Blättchen"
² Lang: "wird"
³ Schubert: "heißem"

Authorship

by Wilhelm Müller (1794-1827) , "Ungeduld", from Gedichte aus den hinterlassenen Papieren eines reisenden Waldhornisten 1, in Die schöne Müllerin, no. 9

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

by (Karl) Friedrich Curschmann (1805-1841) , "Ungeduld", op. 3 (Sechs Gesänge für Tenor (oder Sopran)) no. 6, published 1854 [soprano or tenor and piano], Berlin, Schlesinger
by Leopold Lenz (1803-1862) , "Ich schnitt es gern in alle Rinden ein", op. 22 (Drei Gesänge) no. 2, published 183-? [voice, piano, and horn or violoncello]
by Franz Peter Schubert (1797-1828) , "Ungeduld", op. 25 no. 7, D. 795 no. 7 (1823), from Die schöne Müllerin, no. 7.
by Louis [Ludwig] Spohr (1784-1859) , "Ungeduld", op. 94 (Sechs deutsche Lieder) no. 4, stanzas 1-2,4.

by Josephine Lang (1815-1880) , "An ___", op. 6 (Vier deutsche Lieder) no. 1, published <<1838, note: first published without an opus number; designated in 1867 as opus 6 [see full setting text]

ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "Impatience", copyright ©
SPA Spanish (Pilar Lirio) (Uta Weber) , "Impaciencia", copyright © 1997, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
DUT Dutch [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Ongeduld", copyright © 2005, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
ITA Italian (Amelia Maria Imbarrato) , "Impazienza", copyright © 2005, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
ENG English [singable] (Shula Keller) , "Impatience", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
FRE French (Guy Laffaille) , "Impatience", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
HEB Hebrew [singable] (Shula Keller) , "בוער(ת)! ־", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
CAT Catalan (Salvador Pila) , "Impaciència", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
KOR Korean [singable] (곽명규 Myung-Kew Kwack) , "초조", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
FIN Finnish (Erkki Pullinen) , "Kärsimättömyyttä", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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Impatience

I would carve it fondly in the bark of trees,
I would chisel it eagerly into each pebble,
I would like to sow it upon each fresh flower-bed
With water-cress seeds, which it would quickly disclose;
Upon each white piece of paper would I write:
Yours is my heart and so shall it remain forever.

I would like to raise a young starling,
Until he speaks to me in words pure and clear,
Until he speaks to me with my mouth's sound,
With my heart's full, warm urge;
Then he would sing brightly through her windowpanes:
Yours is my heart and so shall it remain forever!

I would like to breath it into the morning breezes,
I would like to whisper it through the active grove;
Oh, if only it would shine from each flower-star!
Would it only carry the scent to her from near and far!
You waves, could you nothing but wheels drive?
Yours is my heart, and so shall it remain forever.

I thought, it must be visible in my eyes,
On my cheeks it must be seen that it burns;
It must be readable on my mute lips,
Every breath would make it loudly known to her,
And yet she notices nothing of all my yearning feelings.
Yours is my heart, and so shall it remain forever.

Authorship

Translation from German to English copyright © by Emily Ezust,

a text in German by Wilhelm Müller (1794-1827) , "Ungeduld", from Gedichte aus den hinterlassenen Papieren eines reisenden Waldhornisten 1, in Die schöne Müllerin, no. 9 DUT HEB SPA KOR CAT ITA FRE FIN

Text added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.