Der Erlkönig (The Erl King 魔王) Johann Wolfgang von Goethe 歌德

Also a lied (see  Lieder) by Franz Schubert 舒伯特 (b. 31 January 1828), whose birthday is tomorrow.

The poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe depicts the dying moments of a child assailed by a supernatural being, the Erlking or “Erlkönig”, while being carried home by his father on horseback through an alder forest.

Cf: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Der_Erlk%C3%B6nig

http://www.lilibernard.com/Pages/DerErlkonig.html

Vocalists:

Marian Anderson (Contralto) – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D3K1rwihWLg

Friedrich Fischer-Dieskau (baritone) – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5XP5RP6OEJI&feature=related

Alexander Kipnis (bass) – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0u__MAvYrfg&feature=related

Elizabeth Schwarzkopf (Soprano) – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=anud0zuGRj8

You should be able to tell the 4 voices in the song: the narrator, the father, the son, and the Erl King.

Original German Literal Translation Adaptation
Wer reitet so spät durch Nacht und Wind?
Es ist der Vater mit seinem Kind;
Er hat den Knaben wohl in dem Arm,
Er faßt ihn sicher, er hält ihn warm.

“Mein Sohn, was birgst du so bang dein Gesicht?” —
“Siehst, Vater, du den Erlkönig nicht?
Den Erlenkönig mit Kron und Schweif?” —
“Mein Sohn, es ist ein Nebelstreif.”

“Du liebes Kind, komm, geh mit mir!
Gar schöne Spiele spiel’ ich mit dir;
Manch’ bunte Blumen sind an dem Strand,
Meine Mutter hat manch gülden Gewand.” —

“Mein Vater, mein Vater, und hörest du nicht,
Was Erlenkönig mir leise verspricht?” —
“Sei ruhig, bleibe ruhig, mein Kind;
In dürren Blättern säuselt der Wind.” —

“Willst, feiner Knabe, du mit mir gehen?
Meine Töchter sollen dich warten schön;
Meine Töchter führen den nächtlichen Reihn,
Und wiegen und tanzen und singen dich ein.” —

“Mein Vater, mein Vater, und siehst du nicht dort
Erlkönigs Töchter am düstern Ort?” —
“Mein Sohn, mein Sohn, ich seh es genau:
Es scheinen die alten Weiden so grau. —”

“Ich liebe dich, mich reizt deine schöne Gestalt;
Und bist du nicht willig, so brauch ich Gewalt.” —
“Mein Vater, mein Vater, jetzt faßt er mich an!
Erlkönig hat mir ein Leids getan!” —

Dem Vater grauset’s, er reitet geschwind,
Er hält in Armen das ächzende Kind,
Erreicht den Hof mit Müh’ und Not;
In seinen Armen das Kind war tot.

Who rides, so late, through night and wind?
It is the father with his child.
He has the boy well in his arm
He holds him safely, he keeps him warm.

“My son, why do you hide your face so anxiously?”
“Father, do you not see the Erl king?
The Erl king with crown and tail?”
“My son, it’s a wisp of fog.”

“You lovely child, come, go with me!
Many a beautiful game I’ll play with you;
Many colourful flowers are on the shore,
My mother has many golden robes.”

“My father, my father, and don’t you hear
What Erl king is quietly promising me?”
“Be calm, stay calm, my child;
The wind is rustling through withered leaves.”

“Do you want to come with me, dear boy?
My daughters shall wait on you fine;
My daughters will lead the nightly dance,
And rock and dance and sing you to sleep.”

“My father, my father, and don’t you see there
Erl king’s daughters in the gloomy place?”
“My son, my son, I see it clearly:
The old willows they shimmer so grey.”

“I love you, your beautiful form entices me;
And if you’re not willing, I shall use force.”
“My father, my father, he’s grabbing me now!
Erl king has done me some harm!”

The father shudders; he swiftly rides on,
He holds the moaning child in his arms,
is hardly able to reach his farm;
In his arms, the child was dead.

Who rides there so late through the night dark and drear?
The father it is, with his infant so dear;
He holdeth the boy tightly clasp’d in his arm,
He holdeth him safely, he keepeth him warm.

“My son, wherefore seek’st thou thy face thus to hide?”
“Look, father, the Erl King is close by our side!
Dost see not the Erl King, with crown and with train?”
“My son, ’tis the mist rising over the plain.”

“Oh, come, thou dear infant! oh come thou with me!
For many a game I will play there with thee;
On my beach, lovely flowers their blossoms unfold,
My mother shall grace thee with garments of gold.”

“My father, my father, and dost thou not hear
The words that the Erl King now breathes in mine ear?”
“Be calm, dearest child, thy fancy deceives;
the wind is sighing through withering leaves.”

“Wilt go, then, dear infant, wilt go with me there?
My daughters shall tend thee with sisterly care
My daughters by night on the dance floor you lead,
They’ll cradle and rock thee, and sing thee to sleep.”

“My father, my father, and dost thou not see,
How the Erl King is showing his daughters to me?”
“My darling, my darling, I see it alright,
‘Tis the aged grey willows deceiving thy sight.”

“I love thee, I’m charm’d by thy beauty, dear boy!
And if thou aren’t willing, then force I’ll employ.”
“My father, my father, he seizes me fast,
For sorely the Erl King has hurt me at last.”

The father now gallops, with terror half wild,
He holds in his arms the shuddering child;
He reaches his farmstead with toil and dread,—
The child in his arms lies motionless, dead.

About YK 1965

Class of WYK1965 Microbiologist (Environmental Microbiology) Honorary Research Fellow Agriculture Canada, Ottawa
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