ODE TO JOY by Beethoven/Schiller, new English translation by Joel Sattler (poem) by Joel Sattler on AuthorsDen

ODE TO JOY by Beethoven/Schiller, new English translation by Joel Sattler
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New English translation of Beethoven's ODE TO JOY by Joel Sattler, after the words of Schiller, based on THE NINTH SYMPHONY by Beethoven The original words were by Friedrich Schiller, Modified and added to by Ludwig van Beethoven. ============================ The below is the fifth draft of my new interpretation/translation: ============================ Have Joy friends! Not these sad sorrows! But lift voices high And sing this song full of hope then with joy - And be glorious! Joyous! Joyous! Joy! Joyous! Joy, the lightning of the Gods, the Daughter of Elysium! We come to you fire-drunken, To your inner sanctuum. With your magic reunite us, Spite the years of suffering. In the end we all are brothers Safe beneath your gentle wing. For whoever's had the gift to Be a friend to everyone, And for they with perfect mate, we'll jubilate in unison. Yes, if only for the one who He has called here on the earth. But whoever cannot bear it Leave with nothing but your tears. Joy, the thirst of all God's creatures: Mother Nature's water spring. All that's good and all that's evil In her path are following. Wine she gives us, kisses gives us, And the friend who'd die for love. Lust is from the Serpent but the Holy Child was made for God! Glad, glad, glad that His suns are flying Over heaven, ever so! Hurry, brothers, full of pride! Victors, with the joy of heros! Be enfolded by the millions! This, to kiss entire world! Brethren, up beyond the night, God's at home- where stars are birthing! Do you bow down million millions? Have you felt the Maker, World? Seek Him out beyond the sky: Past stars where He must be dwelling.... ======================= Original lyrics to AN DIE FREUDE by Friedrich Schiller as modified and added to by Ludwig van Beethoven O Freunde, nicht diese Töne! Sondern lasst uns angenehmere anstimmen und freudenvollere! Freude, schöner Götterfunken, Tochter aus Elysium, Wir betreten feuertrunken. Himmlische, dein Heiligtum! Deine Zauber binden wieder Was die Mode streng geteilt; Alle Menschen werden Brüder Wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt. Wem der große Wurf gelungen Eines Freundes Freund zu sein, Wer ein holdes Weib errungen, Mische seinen Jubel ein! Ja, wer auch nur eine Seele Sein nennt auf dem Erdenrund! Und wer's nie gekonnt, der stehle Weinend sich aus diesem Bund. Freude trinken alle Wesen An den Brüsten der Natur; Alle Guten, alle Bösen, Folgen ihrer Rosenspur. Küsse gab sie uns und Reben, Einen Freund, geprüft im Tod; Wollust ward dem Wurm gegeben, Und der Cherub steht vor Gott! Froh, wie seine Sonnen fliegen Durch des Himmels prächt'gen Plan, Laufet, Brüder, eure Bahn, Freudig, wie ein Held zum Siegen. Seid umschlungen, Millionen. Dieser Kuss der ganzen Welt! Brüder! Über'm Sternenzelt Muss ein lieber Vater wohnen. Ihr stürzt nieder, Millionen? Ahnest du den Schöpfer, Welt? Such ihn über'm Sternenzelt! Über Sternen muss er wohnen. ================================= ============================ ============================ an earlier draft: Have Joy friends! Not these sad sorrows! Lift your voices high And sing this song full of hope and with joy - Be glorious! Joyous! Joyous! Joy the lightning of the Gods and Daughter of Elysium We come to you drunk with fire To your inner sanctuum Your great magic reunites us Despite years of sufferings In the end we all are brothers Underneath your gentle wings Let in he who has the gift To be a friend to everyone And the man with perfect wife We'll celebrate in unison Yes, if there's a single man who Owns his soul here on earth If there's one without this knowledge Leave with nothing but your tears Joy, the thirst of all God's creatures Mother Nature's water spring All that's good and all that's evil In her path are following Kisses give us wine she gives us And a friend who'll die for love Pleasure to the Worm was granted But the Child was made for God! Glad, His many suns are flying Over heaven, his great plan Hurry brothers on your way Joyful as a heros' vic'try Be enfolded by the millions There's a kiss for each his own Brothers, up beyond the night Where God our Father has his home Do you bow down million millions Is it He whom you have felt? Seek Him out beyond the stars Beyond the sky where He must dwell =======================