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by Johann Ludwig Ferdinand von Deinhard-Deinhardstein (1794 - 1859)
Translation © by Emily Ezust

Skolie
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): CAT DUT ENG FRE
Laßt im Morgenstrahl des May'n
Uns der Blume Leben freun,
Eh' ihr Duft entweichet!
Haucht er in den Busen Qual,
Glüht ein Dämon im Pokal,
Der sie leicht verscheuchet.

Schnell, wie uns die Freude küßt,
Winkt der Tod - und sie zerfließt;
Dürfen wir ihn scheuen?
Von den Mädchenlippen winkt
Lebens-Athem, wer ihn trinkt,
Lächelt seinem Dräuen.

Confirmed with Selam. Ein Almanach für Freunde des Mannigfaltigen. Herausgegeben von I.F.Castelli. Dritter Jahrgang 1814. Wien, gedruckt und im Verlage bey Anton Strauß, page 208.


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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) , "Cançó de banquet", copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Skolion", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "Skolion", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Scholie", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 12
Word count: 57

Skolion
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
 Let us in the morning beams of May
 rejoice in the life of flowers,
 before their scent fades!
 If it breathes torment in the bosom,
 a demon glows in our cups
 that can easily chase it away.
 
 As quickly as joy kisses us,
 Death beckons, and it flees;
 Must we fear it?
 From the lips of maidens beckons
 the breath of life; he who drinks it
 smiles at [Death]'s threats.

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: 12
Word count: 71