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Auf, wohlauf, ihr Kandioten, schwinget hoch das Kreuzpanier, Funkeln laßt die weißen Felsen in des Blutes Purpurzier! Unser ist dieß Land, das mächtig aus dem Ozean sich hebt, Unser sey es, bis es mördrisch neu der Ozean begräbt! Unser ist des Kornes Fülle, unser ist des Weines Glut, Unser die metallne Ader, die in ew'gen Bergen ruht. Unser sind die hundert Städte, stolz im Liede sonst genannt -- Ach es blieben wenig Dörfer, graus zerstört und grimm verbrannt! Unser sind die keuschen Rosen, aus Hellenenblut entstammt; Soll sie der Barbare schänden, den die wilde Lust entflammt? Einmal schon in schnödem Blute wusch sich Kretas Freiheit weiß: Aus dem Blut des Minotauros grünte Ruhm und Dichterpreis. Theuseus vom Athenerlande war's, der kühn das Unthier schlug: Nun, Athen, zum Türkenmorde hilf auch heut nach Recht und Fug! Steig' herauf, gerechter Minos, der des Hades Wage hält, Du sey Richter deinem Volke, rechte mit der Christenwelt, Die verräthrisch uns umschnüret, Unterwerfung uns gebeut, Die des Kreuzes kühnen Kriegern schon mit neuen Ketten dräut. Aber wehe, wehe Jedem, der da hemmt des Volkes Schritt, Das um Freiheit geht zu kämpfen, denn ihn tilgt die Rache mit! Keinem diene, Volk von Kreta! Das dem Orkus Richter gab, Schwingst auch leicht in freien Händen deinen eignen Herrscherstab! Drum wohlauf, ihr Kandioten, hoch das Kreuz und hoch den Speer, Und der Roßhuf des Osmanli stampfe nie den Boden mehr!
J. Kinkel sets stanzas 1-3, 12, 4, 10
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View text with all available footnotesConfirmed with Gottfried Kinkel, Gedichte, Stuttgart und Tübingen: J.G. Cotta’scher Verlag, 1843, pages 42-43
Authorship:
- by (Johann) Gottfried Kinkel (1815 - 1882), "Schlachtgesang der Kandioten", written 1841 [author's text checked 2 times against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Johanna Kinkel, née Mockel (1810 - 1858), "Auf wohlauf, ihr Candioten", op. 18 (Sechs Lieder) no. 3 (1841/2), published 1843, stanzas 1-3,12,4,10 [ voice and piano ] [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Research team for this page: Ferdinando Albeggiani , Sharon Krebs [Guest Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2007-10-04
Line count: 24
Word count: 231
Arise, arise well, ye residents of Crete, raise high the banner of the cross, Let the white cliffs sparkle in the crimson ornament of blood! Ours is this country that lifts itself mightily from the sea; Ours shall it remain until the ocean buries murderously it anew! Ours is the plethora of wheat, ours the blazing of wine, Ours the veins of minerals that rest in the eternal mountains. Ours are the hundred cities, proudly named once in song -- Alas, there remain few villages, horribly destroyed and grimly burned! Ours are the chaste roses, stemming from Greek blood; Shall the barbarian, enflamed with wild lust, deflower them? Once before already Crete's freedom washed itself white in vile blood: From the blood of the Minotaur blossomed renown and poetic glory. It was Theseus from Athens, who boldly slew the monster: Now, Athens, help to murder the Turks this day with right and justice! Arise, you righteous Minos who holds the scales of Hades, May you be the judge of your people, may you argue with the Christian world, Which treacherously binds us all about, commanding submission, Which already threatens the bold warriors of the cross with new chains. But woe, woe to everyone who hinders the steps of the people Who go to battle for freedom, for revenge shall obliterate him along with them! Serve no one, people of Crete! You who gave judges to the underworld May also brandish lightly your own mace in unshackled hands! Therefore arise well, ye residents of Crete, raise high the cross and high the spear, And may the horse-hooves of the Ottomans nevermore tread upon your soil!
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Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by (Johann) Gottfried Kinkel (1815 - 1882), "Schlachtgesang der Kandioten", written 1841
This text was added to the website: 2015-07-02
Line count: 24
Word count: 274