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

Der Sieg
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): 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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Confirmed with Gedichte von Johann Mayrhofer. Wien. Bey Friedrich Volke. 1824, pages 64-65.

1 Schubert: "Sphinx"

Authorship

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


Research team for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator] , Peter Rastl [Guest Editor]

Text added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Last modified: 2017-08-14 15:50:34
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Word count: 82

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.

Authorship

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

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Text added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Last modified: 2017-08-14 15:51:39
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Word count: 95