Ode an die FreudeLudwig van Beethoven
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|ODE TO JOY||ODE TO JOY|
|O friends! Not these sounds!|
But let us strike up
more pleasant sounds and more joyful!
|Oh friends, not these tones!|
Let us raise our voices in more
pleasing and more joyful sounds!
|Joy, o wondrous spark divine,|
Daughter of Elysium,
Drunk with fire now we enter,
Heavenly one, your holy shrine.
Your magic powers join again
What fashion strictly did divide;
Brotherhood unites all men
Where your gentle wing's spread wide.
|Joy, fair spark of the gods,|
Daughter of Elysium,
Drunk with fiery rapture, Goddess,
We approach thy shrine!
Thy magic reunites those
Whom stern custom has parted;
All men will become brothers
Under thy gentle wing.
|The man who's been so fortunate|
To become the friend of a friend,
The man who has won a fair woman -
To the rejoicing let him add his voice.
The man who calls but a single soul
Somewhere in the world his own!
And he who never managed this -
Let him steal forth from our throng!
|May he who has had the fortune|
To gain a true friend
And he who has won a noble wife
Join in our jubilation!
Yes, even if he calls but one soul
His own in all the world.
But he who has failed in this
Must steal away alone and in tears.
|Joy is drunk by every creature|
From Nature's fair and charming breast;
Every being, good or evil,
Follows in her rosy steps.
Kisses she gave to us, and vines,
And one good friend, tried in death;
The serpent she endowed with base desire
And the cherub stands before God.
|All the world's creatures|
Draw joy from nature's breast;
Both the good and the evil
Follow her rose-strewn path.
She gave us kisses and wine
And a friend loyal unto death;
She gave lust for life to the lowliest,
And the Cherub stands before God.
|Gladly as His suns do fly|
Through the heavens' splendid plan,
Run now, brothers, your own course,
Joyful like a conquering hero.
Embrace each other now, you millions!
The kiss is for the whole wide world!
Brothers - over the starry firmament
A beloved Father must surely dwell.
|Joyously, as his suns speed|
Through Heaven's glorious order,
Hasten, Brothers, on your way,
Exulting as a knight in victory.
Joy, fair spark of the gods,
Be embraced, Millions!
Take this kiss for all the world!
Brothers, surely a loving Father
Dwells above the canopy of stars.
|Do you come crashing down, you millions?|
Do you sense the Creators presence, world?
Seek Him above the starry firmament,
For above the stars he surely dwells.
|Do you sink before him, Millions?|
World, do you sense your Creator?
Seek him then beyond the stars!
He must dwell beyond the stars.