Das Lied der Parzen
Language:
German
Translation(s):
FRE
ENG
ITA
Es fürchte die Götter
Das Menschengeschlecht!
Sie halten die Herrschaft
In ewigen Händen,
Und können sie brauchen,
Wie's ihnen gefällt.
Der fürchte sie doppelt
Den je sie erheben!
Auf Klippen und Wolken
Sind Stühle bereitet
Um goldene Tische.
Erhebet ein Zwist sich,
So stürzen die Gäste,
Geschmäht und geschändet
In nächtliche Tiefen,
Und harren vergebens,
Im Finstern gebunden,
Gerechten Gerichtes.
Sie aber, sie bleiben
In ewigen Festen
An goldenen Tischen.
Sie schreiten vom Berge
Zu Bergen hinüber:
Aus Schlünden der Tiefe
Dampft ihnen der Atem
Erstickter Titanen,
Gleich Opfergerüchen,
Ein leichtes Gewölke.
Es wenden die Herrscher
Ihr segnendes Auge
Von ganzen Geschlechtern
Und meiden, im Enkel
Die ehmals geliebten,
Still redenden Züge
Des Ahnherrn zu sehn.
So sangen die Parzen;
Es horcht der Verbannte,
In nächtlichen Höhlen
Der Alte die Lieder,
Denkt Kinder und Enkel
Und schüttelt das Haupt.
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, and transliterations (if applicable):
Text added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Song of the Fates
Language:
English
Let the race of mankind
fear the gods!
For they hold dominion
over them in their eternal hands,
and can demand
what they please of us.
Doubly so should those fear them
who have been exalted by them!
On cliffs and clouds
stools stand ready
around golden tables.
If a dispute arises,
the guests are pitched down,
abused and shamed,
into the deep dark of night;
and they wait futilely,
bound in the dark,
for justice to be served.
But they [the gods] remain
at their eternal feast
at the golden tables.
They step from mountain
to mountain, up above:
from the abysses of the deep
steams the breath
of suffocating Titans,
like a burnt offering,
a light mist.
The rulers turn away
their blessed eyes
from entire races of people,
shunning the sight in their descendants
of those formerly beloved and
silently-speaking features
of our ancestors.
So sang the Fates;
the banished one listens
in his night-dark lair
to the songs of the ancient ones,
thinks of his children and grandchildren
and shakes his head.
Authorship
 Translation from German to English copyright © by Emily Ezust, 
Based on
Text added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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