by Wilfred Owen (1893 - 1918)
Translation © by Salvador Pila

Anthem for Doomed Youth
Language: English 
Available translation(s): CAT FRE GER
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
  Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
  Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, --
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.

What candles may be held to speed them all?
  Not in the hands of boys but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of good-byes.
  The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.

In Britten's War Requiem, this is sung by the tenor.


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

  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • GER German (Deutsch) [singable] (Walter A. Aue) , title 1: "Hymne für verlorene Jugend", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Researcher for this text: Jason Rico

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Quines campanes de mort poden tocar per...
Language: Catalan (Català)  after the English 
Quines campanes de mort poden tocar per als que moren com el bestiar?
Només la ràbia monstruosa dels canons,
només el ràpid espetec dels fusells quequejants
poden silenciar llurs apressades pregàries.
Ara no s’escau fer cap paròdia per a ells; ni pregàries ni campanes,
ni cap veu de dol llevat dels cors, --
els folls, estridents cors de projectils udolants;
i les cornetes que els criden des de tristes contrades.

Quins ciris es poden portar per acomiadar-los a tots?
No a les mans dels joves nois, però a llurs ulls
ha de brillar el sagrat besllum dels adéus.
La pal•lidesa del rostre de les noies serà llur mortalla;
llurs flors, la tendresa dels esperits pacients,
i cada lent crepuscle, un tancament de gelosies.

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Text added to the website: 2016-06-29 00:00:00
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