{"id":8547,"date":"2011-01-30T06:56:10","date_gmt":"2011-01-30T11:56:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/?p=8547"},"modified":"2011-01-30T12:39:02","modified_gmt":"2011-01-30T17:39:02","slug":"der-erlkonig-the-erl-king-%e9%ad%94%e7%8e%8b-johann-wolfgang-von-goethe-%e6%ad%8c%e5%be%b7","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/?p=8547","title":{"rendered":"Der Erlk\u00f6nig (The Erl King \u9b54\u738b) Johann Wolfgang von Goethe \u6b4c\u5fb7"},"content":{"rendered":"

Also a lied (see\u00a0 Lieder)<\/a> by Franz Schubert<\/a> \u8212\u4f2f\u7279 (b. 31 January 1828), whose birthday is tomorrow.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>The poem<\/em> by <\/em>Johann Wolfgang von Goethe<\/a> depicts the dying moments of a child assailed by a supernatural being, the Erlking<\/a> or \u201cErlk\u00f6nig\u201d, while being carried home by his father on horseback through an alder forest.<\/em><\/p>\n

Cf: <\/span>http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Der_Erlk%C3%B6nig<\/a><\/p>\n

http:\/\/www.lilibernard.com\/Pages\/DerErlkonig.html<\/a><\/p>\n

Vocalists:<\/span><\/p>\n

Marian Anderson (Contralto) – http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=D3K1rwihWLg<\/a><\/p>\n

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

Alexander Kipnis (bass) – http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=0u__MAvYrfg&feature=related<\/a><\/p>\n

Elizabeth Schwarzkopf (Soprano) – http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=anud0zuGRj8<\/a><\/p>\n

You should be able to tell the 4 voices in the song: the narrator, the father, the son, and the Erl King.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n\n
Original German<\/strong><\/td>\nLiteral Translation<\/strong><\/td>\nAdaptation<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Wer reitet so sp\u00e4t durch Nacht und Wind?<\/em>
\nEs ist der Vater mit seinem Kind;<\/em>
\nEr hat den Knaben wohl in dem Arm,<\/em>
\nEr fa\u00dft ihn sicher, er h\u00e4lt ihn warm.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

“Mein Sohn, was birgst du so bang dein Gesicht?” \u2014<\/em>
\n“Siehst, Vater, du den Erlk\u00f6nig nicht?<\/em>
\nDen Erlenk\u00f6nig mit Kron und Schweif?” \u2014<\/em>
\n“Mein Sohn, es ist ein Nebelstreif.”<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

“Du liebes Kind, komm, geh mit mir!<\/em>
\nGar sch\u00f6ne Spiele spiel’ ich mit dir;<\/em>
\nManch’ bunte Blumen sind an dem Strand,<\/em>
\nMeine Mutter hat manch g\u00fclden Gewand.” \u2014<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

“Mein Vater, mein Vater, und h\u00f6rest du nicht,<\/em>
\nWas Erlenk\u00f6nig mir leise verspricht?” \u2014<\/em>
\n“Sei ruhig, bleibe ruhig, mein Kind;<\/em>
\nIn d\u00fcrren Bl\u00e4ttern s\u00e4uselt der Wind.” \u2014<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

“Willst, feiner Knabe, du mit mir gehen?<\/em>
\nMeine T\u00f6chter sollen dich warten sch\u00f6n;<\/em>
\nMeine T\u00f6chter f\u00fchren den n\u00e4chtlichen Reihn,<\/em>
\nUnd wiegen und tanzen und singen dich ein.” \u2014<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

“Mein Vater, mein Vater, und siehst du nicht dort<\/em>
\nErlk\u00f6nigs T\u00f6chter am d\u00fcstern Ort?” \u2014<\/em>
\n“Mein Sohn, mein Sohn, ich seh es genau:<\/em>
\nEs scheinen die alten Weiden so grau. \u2014”<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

“Ich liebe dich, mich reizt deine sch\u00f6ne Gestalt;<\/em>
\nUnd bist du nicht willig, so brauch ich Gewalt.” \u2014<\/em>
\n“Mein Vater, mein Vater, jetzt fa\u00dft er mich an!<\/em>
\nErlk\u00f6nig hat mir ein Leids getan!” \u2014<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Dem Vater grauset’s, er reitet geschwind,<\/em>
\nEr h\u00e4lt in Armen das \u00e4chzende Kind,<\/em>
\nErreicht den Hof mit M\u00fch’ und Not;<\/em>
\nIn seinen Armen das Kind war tot.<\/em><\/strong><\/td>\n

Who rides, so late, through night and wind?
\nIt is the father with his child.
\nHe has the boy well in his arm
\nHe holds him safely, he keeps him warm.<\/p>\n

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

“You lovely child, come, go with me!
\nMany a beautiful game I’ll play with you;
\nMany colourful flowers are on the shore,
\nMy mother has many golden robes.”<\/p>\n

“My father, my father, and don’t you hear
\nWhat Erl king is quietly promising me?”
\n“Be calm, stay calm, my child;
\nThe wind is rustling through withered leaves.”<\/p>\n

“Do you want to come with me, dear boy?
\nMy daughters shall wait on you fine;
\nMy daughters will lead the nightly dance,
\nAnd rock and dance and sing you to sleep.”<\/p>\n

“My father, my father, and don’t you see there
\nErl king’s daughters in the gloomy place?”
\n“My son, my son, I see it clearly:
\nThe old willows they shimmer so grey.”<\/p>\n

“I love you, your beautiful form entices me;
\nAnd if you’re not willing, I shall use force.”
\n“My father, my father, he’s grabbing me now!
\nErl king has done me some harm!”<\/p>\n

The father shudders; he swiftly rides on,
\nHe holds the moaning child in his arms,
\nis hardly able to reach his farm;
\nIn his arms, the child was dead.<\/td>\n

Who rides there so late through the night dark and drear?
\nThe father it is, with his infant so dear;
\nHe holdeth the boy tightly clasp’d in his arm,
\nHe holdeth him safely, he keepeth him warm.<\/p>\n

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

“Oh, come, thou dear infant! oh come thou with me!
\nFor many a game I will play there with thee;
\nOn my beach, lovely flowers their blossoms unfold,
\nMy mother shall grace thee with garments of gold.”<\/p>\n

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

“Wilt go, then, dear infant, wilt go with me there?
\nMy daughters shall tend thee with sisterly care
\nMy daughters by night on the dance floor you lead,
\nThey’ll cradle and rock thee, and sing thee to sleep.”<\/p>\n

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

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

The father now gallops, with terror half wild,
\nHe holds in his arms the shuddering child;
\nHe reaches his farmstead with toil and dread,\u2014
\nThe child in his arms lies motionless, dead.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n\n\n\n\n
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