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Liebesglut (1868)


Die Flamme hier, die wilde, zu verhehlen,
Die Schmerzen alle, welche mich zerquälen,
Vermag ich es, da alle Winde ringsum
Die Gründe meiner Traurigkeit erzählen?
Daß ich ein Stäubchen deines Weges stäube,
Wie magst du doch, o sprich, wie darfst du schmählen?
Verklage dich, verklage das Verhängnis,
Das waltet über alle Menschenseelen!
Da selbiges verordnete, das ew'ge,
Wie alle sollten ihre Wege wählen,
Da wurde deinem Lockenhaar der Auftrag,
Mir Ehre, Glauben und Vernunft zu stehlen.


To conceal this wild flame,
And all the sorrows that torment me—
How can I, when all the winds around
Recount the reasons for my sadness?
That I have raised a speck of dust on your path—
How can you, oh say, scold me for that?
Sue yourself, sue fate
That reigns over every human soul!
When that same eternal law decreed
That all should choose their own paths,
It was then that your curly tresses were ordered
To steal my honour, my religion and my reason.

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Johannes Brahms (7 May 1833 – 3 April 1897) was a German composer, pianist, and conductor of the Romantic period. Born in Hamburg into a Lutheran family, Brahms spent much of his professional life in Vienna. 

Brahms has been considered, by his contemporaries and by later writers, as both a traditionalist and an innovator. His music is firmly rooted in the structures and compositional techniques of the Classical masters. While many contemporaries found his music too academic, his contribution and craftsmanship have been admired by many. 

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