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'''Title:''' ''Do not go, my love'' <br> | '''Title:''' ''Do not go, my love'' <br> | ||
{{Composer|Richard Hageman}} | {{Composer|Richard Hageman}} | ||
{{Lyricist|Rabindranath Tagore | {{Lyricist|Rabindranath Tagore}} | ||
{{Voicing|1|Solo Soprano}}<br> | {{Voicing|1|Solo Soprano}}<br> | ||
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==Original text and translations== | ==Original text and translations== | ||
{{Text|English}} | {{Text|English}} | ||
<poem> | |||
Do not go, my love, without asking my leave. | |||
I have watched all night, and now my eyes are heavy with sleep; | |||
I fear lest I lose you when I am sleeping. | |||
Do not go, my love, without asking my leave. | |||
I start up and stretch my hands to touch you. | |||
I ask myself, “Is it a dream?” | |||
Could I but entangle your feet with my heart, | |||
And hold them fast to my breast! | |||
Do not go, my love, without asking my leave. | |||
</poem> | |||
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[[Category:Romantic music]] | [[Category:Romantic music]] | ||
Revision as of 19:57, 29 May 2009
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- CPDL #17678:
- Contributor: Stacey Seronick (submitted 2008-07-22). Score information: Letter, 20 pages, 666 kbytes Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes: This is a scanned edition (facsimile).
General Information
Title: Do not go, my love
Composer: Richard Hageman
Lyricist: Rabindranath Tagore
Number of voices: 1v Voicing: Soprano solo
Genre: Secular, Art song
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
Published: circa 1917
Description:
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Original text and translations
English text
Do not go, my love, without asking my leave.
I have watched all night, and now my eyes are heavy with sleep;
I fear lest I lose you when I am sleeping.
Do not go, my love, without asking my leave.
I start up and stretch my hands to touch you.
I ask myself, “Is it a dream?”
Could I but entangle your feet with my heart,
And hold them fast to my breast!
Do not go, my love, without asking my leave.