约翰·沃尔夫冈·冯·歌德

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田园生活

村里的合唱队应该已经集合起来,即将开始他们的节日游行。[为魏玛的路易莎公爵夫人的生日而写的。合唱。节日的日子,用欢乐的花环,和着轻柔的舞蹈,伴着狂喜和甜美的合唱,向你欢呼。达蒙。啊,我多么渴望从人群中逃出来!一个秘密的林间空地会给我带来多大的快乐啊!在人群中,这里的骚动,限制了平原,微风也出现了。合唱。现在要真正地命令它,让每个人都能适当地漫游,漫游,一会儿在这里,一会儿在那里,沿着草地。[合唱逐渐后退,歌声变得越来越微弱,直到消失在远处。达蒙。 In vain ye call, in vain would lure me on; True my heart speaks,--but with itself alone. And if I may view A blessing-fraught land, The heaven's clear blue, And the plain's verdant hue, Alone I'll rejoice, Undisturbed by man's voice. And there I'll pay homage To womanly merit, Observe it in spirit, In spirit pay homage; To echo alone Shall my secret be known. CHORUS. [Faintly mingling with Damon's song in the distance.] To echo--alone-- Shall my secret--be known.-- MENALCAS. My friend, why meet I here with thee? Thou hast'nest not to join the festal throng? No longer stay, but come with me, And mingle in the dance and song. DAMON. Thou'rt welcome, friend! but suffer me to roam Where these old beeches hide me from man's view: Love seeks in solitude a home, And homage may retreat there too. MENALCAS. Thou seekest here a spurious fame, And hast a mind to-day to grieve me. Love as thy portion thou mayst claim But homage thou must share with all, believe me! When their voices thousands raise, And the dawn of morning praise, Rapture bringing, Blithely singing On before us, Heart and ear in pleasure vie; And when thousands join in chorus, With the feelings brightly glowing, And the wishes overflowing, Forcibly they'll bear thee high. [The Chorus gradually approaches, from the distance.] DAMON. Distant strains are hither wending, And I'm gladden'd by the throng; Yes, they're coming,--yes, descending To the valley from the height, MENALCAS. Let us haste, our footsteps blending With the rhythm of the song! Yes, they come; their course they're bending Tow'rd the wood's green sward so bright. CHORUS. [Gradually becoming louder.] Yes, we hither come, attending With the harmony of song, As the hours their race are ending On this day of blest delight. ALL. Let none reveal The thoughts we feel, The aims we own! Let joy alone Disclose the story! She'll prove it right And her delight Includes the glory, Includes the bliss Of days like this!