Chorus
Weep, weep, harmony,
weeping souls hear
the mournful lament;
your beloved is gone:
Beethoven is no more.
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Recitative for Bass
You disciples of the lonian
virgins, with a pure heart
compose a sad harmony
to lament him.
That swan, the lover of Euterpe,
fell prey to the stygian arrow;
an envious tomb already devours
his fragile remains;
and with solemn example of the proud Danube
the wave sounds great mourning,
echoing his praises.
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Trio for Soprano, Tenor,
and Bass
Divine poet, your profound genius
wrote notes that astonished the world.
Because of your hymns, now a worthier place
and theme
you shall have at the zenith of the firmament.
The Thracian poet, with his sweet incantation
at the first age conquered the cruel King of
Averno.
Now the blessed ones of eternal Olympus
will interrupt their song to listen to you.
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Recitative for tenor
But even if the excellent spirit
returned to heaven,
the light which emanated from him
is not extinguished down here.
The returning notes, with which he so magnificently
glorified Cantabria and Britain,
whose liberty in the camps of Victoria
surrounded lost arms and envied laurels, disdain
the shame of death.
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Recitative for soprano
Again sounds on the ear, speaks
to the ravished senses,
the sweet chords of the soft melodies,
in which he painted the peace and innocence
of the hills and the forests.
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Recitative for Bass
And in the solemn harmonies,
from which he fashioned the chorus
to the holy sacrifice
that the grateful people of Christ adore,
you hear all the arcane majesty
of the purest religion.
And the following generations will
follow in the proud footsteps of [his] immortal
genius
to these founts of celestial harmony.
They spur the generous heart of Pimplea's disciples
and illuminate the arduous path with their shining
lights.
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Final Chorus
In majestic canticles
let the sound of the divine cithara
be lifted up to heaven;
recall its power!
And upon the eternal vortices
of those harmonious threads
learn to enjoy
the unequaled sound.
To the giver of beautiful delights
we offer a grateful heart;
(Soli)
And he shall live in our hearts
And be forever immortal.
(Tutti)
ln majestic canticles
let the sound be lifted up to heaven.
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English
translation of the cantata by Lawrence SISK. |