by Johann Baptist Mayrhofer (1787 - 1836)
Translation © by Emily Ezust

Der Sieg
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Our translations:  CAT DUT ENG FRE
O unbewölktes Leben!
So rein und tief und klar.
Uralte Träume schweben
Auf Blumen wunderbar.

Der Geist zerbrach die Schranken,
Des Körpers träges Bley;
Er waltet groß und frey.
Es laben die Gedanken
An Edens Früchten sich;
Der alte Fluch entwich.
Was ich auch je gelitten,
Die Palme ist erstritten,
Gestillet mein Verlangen.
Die Musen selber sangen
Die [Schlang']1 in Todesschlaf,
Und meine Hand - sie traf.

O unbewölktes Leben!
So rein und tief und klar.
Uralte Träume schweben
Auf Blumen wunderbar.

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•   F. Schubert 

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Confirmed with Gedichte von Johann Mayrhofer. Wien. Bey Friedrich Volke. 1824, pages 64-65.

1 Schubert: "Sphinx"

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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):

Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "La victòria", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "De overwinning", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "Victory", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Victoire", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 20
Word count: 81

Victory
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
O unclouded life!
So pure and profound and clear.
Ancient dreams float
wonderfully out of the flowers.

The spirit has broken the chains
of the body's sluggish lead;
it reigns, great and free.
Thoughts are refreshed
by the fruits of Eden;
the old curse is ended.
Whatever I may have suffered,
contending for the Palm,
stilled is my yearning.
The Muses themselves have sung
the [serpent]1 into the sleep of death,
and my hand actually struck the blow.

O unclouded life!
So pure and profound and clear.
Ancient dreams float
wonderfully out of the flowers.

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1 or "sphinx" in some versions.

Text Authorship:

  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust

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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 20
Word count: 95