[ I ] Songs from Anthologies

Songs from Anthologies

The Innkeeper and the Patrons [Wq 201] Springtime [Wq 202/A] The Patrons Joy, you delight of gods and men, playmate of innocence, 1. Brothers, long live our brother, come forth to my song, down from yonder hill this good, dear innkeeper, or out from that valley, where Springtime embraces you, who pours the noble juice of the grape come, come from the meadow of the lilies and from the fragrant not sparingly for us today! groves! Who is this, who emerges there from the fragrant fields, The Innkeeper lovely as modest Moon and sublime as Earth? 2. Bring some wine, O youth, O! it is she, come in answer to my plea. which glows like your cheeks, See, ambrosial flowers swarm out shimmering from her footstep! is fiery and upon the tongue Thence she comes, the sister of Springtime. is lovelier than a song by Uz! Now joy spreads its gentle wings, and bears me The Patrons high into the clouds. I see nature grow green here beneath me. 3. Let us sing Uz’s songs On the wings of joy, drawn near to your throne, to delight our brother! I sing, o Creator, your praise. Nature mixes with mine If he doesn’t bring all the wine he has, her hymns, harmonious sounds arise to you from the grove, he’d better bring none at all! and out of the valleys a flower-laden incense as for a holy offering. Sing with me, you children of creation, sing praise to the love The Innkeeper that gave us birth; tell its praises, seraphic heaven. 4. Take your glasses, worthy brothers, You who glide forth there over the flowers, crystalline source, pour yourselves the juice of the grape! rustle it to the blossoms, from one wave to the other. Sing the best German songs; Let everything that breathes praise the Lord and rejoice in Him. drink the best German wine! Translation 2014 by Ruth B. Libbey A Patron/All the Patrons © 5. Long live our beloved host; long live the noble man The Prerogative [Wq 202/B/1] who has given us this wine 1. You brothers, do not tangle with fools; and still has more to give! they have sworn an oath which they uphold, and remain stupid. Another Patron/All the Patrons They will wear out your scorn, 6. Fiery, like your lovely youth, and remain pleased with themselves. which glows with youthful fervor, That is their prerogative. it seems to me, and on the tongue more delightful than a song by Uz. 2. Everybody has his own pleasure, and is sure that others envy him for it; A Third Patron/All the Patrons the fool thinks so too, since he is stupid. 7. Long live our beloved host; Would you take his joy from him? long live the noble man Should he be ashamed of his own nature? who has given us such wine He has his prerogative. and still has more to give! 3. Nothing forces fools to pay deference to you; All the Patrons they are compelled to despise you, 8. Indeed, long may he live! Indeed long may he live! since you are clever, and they are stupid. Indeed, may he live long; live well! These gentlemen know how to live Since he provides wine like this, and praise those who consider them important; brothers, therefore may he live well. that is their prerogative. Translation © 2017 by Pamela Dellal 4. Whenever you see fatuous people approaching, turn aside, bow, and leave; they don’t give way, since they are stupid.

[ i ] Could you expect that of fools? Stax is certainly stupid; yet if were he even dumber, Yes, if only they weren’t idiots! he would still be lucky: That is their prerogative. for Stax is rich. 5. It’s no use bleaching a crow [literally: Moor], 3. That Belinda doesn’t choose better it’s no use scolding a fool; and values money over merit— the crow stays black, the fool remains stupid. that surprises you? It’s not my job to improve him; Nowadays this preference dominates all; I leave the fools alone, and laugh. therefore note this method of pleasing: That is my prerogative. be stupid and rich.

The Countryside [Wq 202/B/2] The Philanderer [Wq 202/C/1] 1. Beloved country, your translucent heaven, 1. Should I fall in love? In love? pristine and soft, sweeping over the quiet meadows, I am not so foolish, my friends. shields me from the noise and bustle My heart has always remained free; of the vast city, where discontent surrounds me. I make it my duty to be fickle. Indeed I might often appear to be in love, 2. How joyfully, from the silvery waves, yet to beg for love’s favor, to fret, the dawn rises on the moist horizon! whine, weep like a girl; The grey forest, brightened by day and merriment, could such outrages be excusable? reveals its treetops already sunned aloft. 2. The power of divine Cythera 3. The lark, in musical flocks, ascends is boundless, is everywhere; from sheltered groves with a sweet cry, she brings happiness and honor to the heart, not fearing the danger of deceptive snares, how could I be insensitive to it? not fearing death from firearms. I willingly follow her gentle promptings 4. Full of charm the blooming shore when the goddess promises pleasure to me; of the Oker beckons, here softly rustling. yet if she would employ cruelties On the bank the laughing naiad dances, then I do not respect her divinity. her flying tresses tossed by the motion and the wind. 3. Hammonia [Hamburg] has a thousand beauties 5. The wild bush, dusted with buds, to choose from daily; admires itself in the crystal-clear stream, I hurry, laughing, to Clymene, which flows along, troubled by no storm, if Dorinda looks at me darkly. as pure and quiet as silver in the foundry. Even she must quickly yield to Lucinda, with the heavenly thoughts and heavenly smile; 6. Perching, meanwhile, on cliffs full of pasture who slyly, through half-hidden signals, is the bearded goat, gnawing the bushes; lets me know of her affection. while without a care the shepherd recounts his love and joy to the empty rocks upon his raspy pipe. 4. Yet quickly these bonds are broken if proud Doris accepts me; 7. O solitude, if only I might dedicate myself to you! proud Doris yields to Lisette, You reign here in the peaceful quiet grove! if she is not too demanding of me. Why must I live in the noise of cities? The fantastic Nerina Here I could be happy like this shepherd. charms me in a moment as well, Translation © 2017 by Pamela Dellal and Phyllis, lovely of face, and Chloe’s gaze, accustomed to conquest. Belinda [Wq 202/B/3] 5. Thus, as the charm of carnations fades, 1. That Damon never moves Belinda, the butterfly flits to the violet, though blessed with understanding and virtue— then you, glowing in a gentle fire, this surprises you? o rose! kisses, yet does not dally; What use are his good qualities to him? soon the sweet fragrant jasmine, He lacks too much to possess her: soon the regal lily chooses, he is not rich. soon you, rustling lupine, never faltering in his task of pleasure. 2. That Stax enjoys her favor, from whose mouth no word delights— 6. Just the same I seek to please myself, this surprises you? no present moment binds me; [ ii ] soon shall little Flora win, On the Sufferings of the Redeemer [Wq 202/C/5] soon Julia’s white hand shall attract me; 1. Lift up your wings, o soul, soon the country maid Clorinda from the tumult of the world! will draw me in through innocent charms; There, where rage holds its sacrifice, with this sweet child I could almost hasten to that hill! dally two long, long weeks. You heavens, what a man is this! 7. Thus I am seen to constantly wander, How the hatred of his enemies falls upon him, as I truly feel the pleasure of love; full of hellish, wild joys! from one prospect to another He who raised the dead, I rush, O happy fate! disfigured with wounds, must Yet alas! Elmira appears, suffer a criminal’s death. as powerful as you, Cythera; 2. Patiently he beholds his own blood who can escape Elmira’s charms? gush in flowing streams; Freedom, good night forever! he pleads for the sinners, who, full of rage, pour it forth in triumph. Translation © 2017 by Pamela Dellal See him now veiled in deepest night. Phyllis [Wq 202/C/2] He calls, he calls: “It is fulfilled!” And now bows down his head. 1. I will indulge in love no longer, Rejoice, O my soul! I will flee it, scorn it. He who grew pale upon the Cross here It fills the heart with fear and anxiety, has given you the right to heaven once more. brings brief joy, long misery. A fool may indulge himself in love; 3. The Lord has carried your crimes, I will flee it, scorn it. borne the punishment for your sake. O soul, how your sin has 2. Much rather would I be true to a keg; struck down the innocent one! sheer joy and delight flow from it. Through him the Father receives you. Wine brings friendship and strengthens the heart, The miracle of his goodness creates lasting pleasure, no pain. no mortal song can rightly exalt, To you, Bacchus, I dedicate my songs— yet he gladly hears our songs. but Phyllis comes; I love again. Worship, praise, and gratitude to the Lord, who has given us his salvation! Translation © 2017 by Pamela Dellal Translation © 2017 by Pamela Dellal To Love [Wq 202/C/3] Daughter of nature, gracious love, Laments of a Shepherdess [Wq 202/C/6] your promptings alone bring us delight. 1. Where have you gone from my heart, Attraction and reciprocation provide for all O indifference, once so cherished? the ingratiating art of pleasing others. Alas, now I feel the same pain that in Thyrsis I often mocked. Translation © 2017 by Pamela Dellal Ever untouched by his songs, I called his sorrow a dreamed-up pain. Christmas Song [Wq 202/C/4] And now I shed the same tears 1. He comes, he comes, the great hero of melancholy and tenderness. full of divine, strong power. His arm destroys, his gaze lights up 2. Since that enchanted hour the midnight of death. when I saw young Damon, him, adorned with such rare charms, 2. Who comes, who comes; who is the hero his image was constantly with me. full of divine, strong power? I will reveal my passion to him; It is the Messiah. Sing praise, world, cruel torture, I dare not! your salvation is brought to you. How weak my heart is to name it, 3. To you, Incarnate One, we sing and yet how imperative the obligation! worship, praise, and gratitude! 3. What is like the bloom of his cheeks, At your manger may the high spirit in his gaze? the world’s hymn of praise resound! To be embraced by his beloved arm, to live with him, what happiness! Translation © 2017 by Pamela Dellal [ iii ] O love, behold my tears; Joy! Joy! These limbs in my anguish, which gnaws me, will rise again; let me hear just once from Damon’s lips I will behold my Savior! what Thyrsis said to me so often. Translation © 2017 by Pamela Dellal Translation © 2017 by Pamela Dellal Ode on Communion Day [Wq 202/C/9] Ode on the Presence of His Imperial Highness in Rome 1. Day which the Lord made for me, [Wq 202/C/7] be blessed, day of joy! 1. You must honor God and the Emperor You illumine the night of anguish with thanks and tears of joy, and restore me in sorrow. dedicating your hearts, desires, and oaths to him. Oh, how has my heart within me Majesty and blessing smiles so often sighed after you! upon you in his aspect. 2. Stubbornly resisting his call, He comes; his arrival is rejoicing. I have grieved my God. Take his name as your motto. He who created me for happiness, He lives as the representation of heaven. who has loved me so constantly. He rules, to be the world’s good fortune. I have strayed from the path 2. The powers of reverence, loyalty, and truth that his word has showed me. are united in the activity 3. He, whose law I have brashly scorned, of exalting him with admiration. whose power I have misjudged, With reverent delight alas, I am no longer worthy you can behold in his paternal glances to be called his child. the champion and sacred guardian. I deserve the condemnation and death Praise him until the end of time! that his word reserves for sinners. Follow him into sheer golden ages, and Joseph shall be your prosperity! 4. Nevertheless the Highest takes me to him again as his child. Translation © 2017 by Pamela Dellal Today as a father he forgets his wrath and my sins; On the Resurrection of the Redeemer [Wq 202/C/8] through his commandments’ hand 1. Triumph! Triumph and praise and thanks he grants me the sweet pledge of grace. to him, who defeated the power of death 5. Day of delight, holy meal, and raised up our dust. I will remember you always; He prevailed; he prevailed! in Jesus’ death agony Night surrounded him, and dissipated I will sink my soul utterly; in the bright dawn. I will dedicate my life to him alone Tremble! Offer, arrogant mockers, who died for me. to our Savior, to his teaching, offer worship, praise, and honor! Translation © 2017 by Pamela Dellal 2. Hail to us! Triumph, the grave is empty! Firm as a rock in the ocean stands Song of Praise [Wq 202/C/10] the word that he has spoken. 1. As long as I breathe, God, O blessed is he who trusts in him! I will spread your praise abroad. He has built the temple anew, You gave me this life which blind rage has destroyed. and its sweetness. Hell! Fall down now before the conqueror! And if my whole heart, God’s knight, who has arisen, if my actions do you honor, puts your pride to shame. you will crown me with happiness, which no ages can destroy. 3. Empty is the pit that held him. Greetings to you, my future grave, 2. What am I, Lord of the world, you dwelling of solemn silence. that you give so much to me? In only a few days it shall be, What is the child of dust, oh, when you shall envelop my bones God! that you consider him? within your shadowy veil. How seldom has the radiance that adorns your creation

[ iv ] led my deeply erring heart the young artisans, yet to be born, back to you! will speak of your works. 3. A rich measure of goodness 9. As soon as a youth feels in himself has been meted out for me; these sparks which welled up in you, yet to receive your grace he will think of you and, intoxicated with noble hopes, and forget your mercy will follow your admirable path. was habitual, O God! My breast was stirred, Translation © 2017 by Pamela Dellal more than by your divine word, by the voice of contemptible pleasure. Reaping Song [Wq 202/C/12] 1. You who crown yourself with ears of grain, 4. And yet you took me in, blond Ceres, be thanked! when I repented my fault, To you, who encompass all of this, full of mercy once more, the reaper’s harvest song shows gratitude. and blessed me anew. We, and those who bind the sheaves, Here, by the grave’s midnight, all call forth: “Thank you!” may my gratitude be offered to you, and one day before your throne, 2. Lean not, you cheerful reapers, God of compassion. upon your crooked scythe, for the sheaf-binder lurks; Translation 2017 by Pamela Dellal © and the harvest-king says: whoever rests upon his crooked scythe At the Grave of the Deceased Craftsman Hohlfeld the reaper-woman will bind up! [Wq 202/C/11] 3. You cooling breeze, do not abandon 1. As you, like the fragrance of incense embers, the reaper in the field; waft through the air towards heaven, flutter refreshingly around his temple, my mourning song rushes upwards to reach you, while he fells the sheaves; there, where you satisfy your curiosity. flutter refreshingly in his hair 2. Where you take your fill, gazing amid the heat in the harvest field. on the infinity of space, 4. Cricket, hopping all around us, as into the traces of the Creator’s universe sing out your bright song! in an instant you have arrived. And you, great harvest keg, 3. Fortunate man, departed, see how your ferment is most welcome! we weep over your flight, Never be empty, harvest keg, like a mother, who with heavy, bitter effort when the reaper looks inside! had borne her son on her shoulders, 5. Soon the bright moon will shine from the hill 4. bearing him to the edge of a desert, upon you, bare field, arrived with him at an oasis, and from all the sheaves will mount and then watched him die suddenly, while she a sweet fragrance towards heaven. drew water from the spring with both hands. But we go with song over the stubble, over the field. 5. Alas! Our hope saw the husk, that you were leaving, newly revived, 6. You who crown yourself with ears of grain, just as after a dreadful storm, amid half calm, blond Ceres, be thanked! a ship strains for the nearby shore … The first harvest-fruits flame as offering up to your throne of clouds. 6. and at the harbor suddenly sinks, And the harvester and the reaper so suddenly your house of dust sank call as one: Thank you! into the mournful grave, which absorbed our tears, and remained deaf to our laments. Translation © 2017 by Pamela Dellal 7. Your best two friends, bereft, call to you; the world calls to you, Song of the Passion [Wq 202/C/13] where you were needed, and beneath humble garb 1. What? Fairest, heart’s beloved, revealed true wisdom. you go to Golgotha? And you bleed, alas, and are grieved? 8. Full of praise for your great virtue You stand there, drained of blood? are all who knew you;

[ v ] 2. Indeed, your weary soul laments 15. Yet how pale his face is! and feels its own suffering; Night conceals him. and trembles, shakes, struggles and despairs, He doesn’t see me, doesn’t hear me; troubled unto death. he dies, he is gone. 3. The wild frenzy of evil 16. Great in death, still my delight already seizes the innocent man, and my beloved.—Yet, and Judas, Judas rushes forth, in this tender warm breast, betrays, and kisses him. beloved, you still live! 4. Ha! This wild mob of killers 17. To you I dedicate this memorial; rejoices—bind them, you remain my highest good. so that from true heroism Anoint him, the hero, with tears;— no monster might escape. with tears?—No! with blood. 5. And may an eternal black night 18. Through blood he has betrothed me; swallow up this horde, in blood he became mine. and before it can cause harm, break Persecuted and tortured to bleeding, their wicked arm. I will be his follower. 6. And hurl him down into the abyss, 19. You, whom I see painfully dying, the murderous friend. whom I saw bloodied; Cursed be the traitor’s grave; you I follow to Gethsemane, cursed, whoever weeps for him. and then to Golgotha.

7. Yet, listen! Heaven calls and speaks: Translation © 2017 by Pamela Dellal sword, strike my Son! You tears, cover my face! Bacchus and Venus [Wq 202/D] My heart already bleeds. 1. Cupid is my song! 8. And killers—painful sight! Beautifully is he wreathed. And killers bind him. How his eye laughs, The disciples flee.—Speak, my heart, his cheeks glow! will you not also run away? Behold, how proudly he carries his bow! 9. And Caiaphas, though he seems Surely indeed to sit in holy judgment, he has felled a great hero. is not a priest—an enemy of man, Bacchus’ tigers an ancient evil spirit. pull his chariot near. 10. And Caiaphas condemns him. In all the world —O you, Sanhedrin!— was there ever a child like him? Innocence itself is borne away, 2. But Bacchus slinks —and you—you remain silent? sadly and despoiled 11. The mob’s desire, Pilate’s sentence through the vines, is already pronounced upon him, his handsome head hanging. who bore scorn and reed and thorns Bacchus drinks no more, and oozed blood all over. only sighs:“Paphia!” Surely indeed he loves 12. At a full run they hurry Venus Cypria! with him towards Golgotha Cupid laughs and parades and crucify, torment and hang him up; about in triumph. he hangs there bloody. In all the world, 13. And those criminals on either side was there ever a child like him? scorn my beloved friend. 3. But Paphia Thus dies my Savior, thus falls the hero, slinks into Bacchus’ grove, for whom my eye weeps. laments her pain, 14. Take him down. Let me see him;— drinks Cyprus wine, you murderers! Give him here. sighs only: “Bromius!”, O anguish!—It is too much for me!— sighs: “Idalia!” He dies; he is no more. [ vi ] Surely indeed of becoming what I once was, Venus Cypria loves him. I tremble despairingly, and feel Cupid is my song! already from afar the power of sin. I will sing of none other! 7. If, with enticements, it threatens In all the world to lead me away from your paths, was there ever a child like him? let me earnestly consider Translation © 2017 by Pamela Dellal what a death was Jesus’ death! God, before whom in judgment Communion Song [Wq 202/E/1] he stood abandoned, let me not see him still forsaken by you, 1. Trembling, yet full of tender joy, and still despised for my sins! I come, Lord, at your command and think upon your suffering 8. If I wander in error, and upon your martyrdom! come to me, O Merciful One, Redeemer, you who died for me, show me how I behave unjustly; won an eternal salvation for me, strengthen me, for I am weak! ah, might I worthily approach And patiently bear with and here embrace life! my weakness, my guilt! Say: “You shall find mercy; 2. Since you, Holiest One, have mercifully I, I remove your sins!” laid the burden of my sins upon yourself for my salvation’s sake, 9. I will be eternally grateful to you, and have atoned upon the Cross, since you are so merciful. therefore God, the Judge, Only let me never again waver, does not place me before judgment now; my Savior, Jesus Christ! therefore he will forgive my trespasses Help me, so that I might be true and not avenge them. and firm in my resolution, to avoid every sin and its delights 3. Lord, this I believe, and sense until my death! joy and confidence. God will never, despite my sins, Translation © 2017 by Pamela Dellal place me before judgment now! Surely, through your death, I am Joyful Expectation of Death [Wq 202/E/2] fully reconciled with God, 1. The last of my days, and, if I die in faith, perhaps, is not distant. will be heaven’s heir! Oh, then my laments will become 4. Let me come before your presence, a song of praise to the Lord! to renew your remembrance! My entire lifespan is complete: Let me today, with your faithful followers, I draw near to the throne, be the witness of your death! and God will set the crown Lord, I gaze towards Golgotha, of the victor upon me. where your God saw you sacrificed, 2. As inheritor of his kingdom I see you in your blood, Jesus has declared me. witnessing that you suffered for my sake! Why should I fear to die, 5. Might I, Jesus, not in vain as he taught me to die? draw near to your cross; Death is my reward! might I receive this meal of life So that I may become immortal, not to my own censure! I soar away from the earth, Ah, may it steady and strengthen me, I who am his heir. Redeemer, my trust in you! 3. Not me, only my body, Ah, may my will be guided will the murky pit enclose. to fulfill your law, Lord. My father, who calls me, 6. This resolution I have raises me to a greater purpose. never again to profane myself, Through death he calls me. Jesus, let it be strong Death pulls the sinful limbs, within my soul until the grave! the inert body downward; In the face of the dangerous threat myself it leads to God.

[ vii ] 4. I, escaped from danger, for I am weary and weak. walk forth from the battle. You lead me also through struggle, High above all suns through anguish and through sorrows my faith raises me, to my future joys, where I will walk in the ranks to your glory. of the angels, my brothers. 3. As you overcame, all-powerfully, In their lofty songs the terror of death, I will join in, an angel myself. as you, to taste it utterly, 5. From his throne God gazes Lord, stood in judgment: with mercy down upon me, so strengthen me as well to whom, in his Son, to walk through the dark valley, he gave the right of kinship. for in that dark vale In his infinitude your faithful will behold you. are all my joys, 4. When one day, at the grave the aftermath of my sorrows; I will have completed my struggle in him bliss itself! and fought well 6. The bodies of his faithful for my blessing, are seeds sown by God. how I will rejoice then! The time of joy will come, How full of delight will I when the crop stands ripe. gaze upon my crown, Then the day of harvest being worthy of it! will be a new eternal life 5. I wait for your blessing; given to my ashes as well, I await my death. which lay deep in death. Joyfully I see it approach, 7. I stand in covenant with you, my helper out of suffering. Lord, Prince of my life, It ends my journey, who one day the hour and you take up my soul, of death will send to me! which I commit to you, Lord, Sustain me in constant readiness, into your heaven! in the faith of your followers; 6. Therefore I wait here and struggle let the hour come then, until my hour appears. which will release them and me! And you stand by my side, 8. Then, free from anguish, I will walk my Savior and my friend! the dark path of death; You who love me eternally, after a short slumber an eternal morning you comfort me in sorrow shall break forth for me. and nourish me with joy, Happily for me, it is not distant, even when you afflict me. the last of my days! 7. With joyful confidence It approaches, and my laments I am already permitted, from the battlefield, will become hymns to the Lord! to behold the peaks of Salem, Translation © 2017 by Pamela Dellal to see the reward of my faith. If during the battle Encouragement toward Constancy [Wq 202/E/3] my arm sinks down exhausted, this strengthens and lifts it up again: 1. God has crowned you with joy My reward from you is great! after your difficult struggle. You went through shame and sorrow 8. Sustain these thoughts in me! to your glory. Great will be my reward from you! Your death was a triumph for you! So shall I never waver Your battle was fought out, from you, O Son of God! your arrogant enemy subdued; Thus I will remain true to you now you journey up to God. who gave yourself for me, so that soon a better life 2. I, Lord, your pilgrim, journey will be my eternal inheritance. to you, my leader. And yet I stumble and fall, Translation © 2017 by Pamela Dellal

[ viii ] The Christian’s Happiness [Wq 202/E/4] of my heart and of my life. 1. My faith is the peace of my life I feel that the power of the Spirit and leads me to your heaven, creates a new man in me. O you in whom I believe! 8. Thanks to you, O Father, thanks and praise! Ah, grant me constancy, Lord, You taught me to firmly believe in, so that mortality never steals and willing practice, Christianity. this comfort from my soul! To you, God, my teacher, praise and glory! Stamp it deeply upon my heart: I love it more and more, and know what a blessing it is to be a Christian! that I will always love it. 2. For mortal beings you have Now and for all my life to come won the right to your eternity I bring you, Highest, praise and thanks. through your death. Translation © 2017 by Pamela Dellal Now I am no more dust and ashes, no more the eternal prey of death: Easter Song [Wq 202/E/5 you have died for me! For me, redeemed by you, 1. Who is it, with heavenly light the death of this body is reward. transfigured, with triumph in his face, walks out of that pit of death? 3. I am redeemed and I am a Christian; It is he, O mankind; my heart is peaceful and forgets it is he, the conqueror of death, the pain of this life. who victoriously stands up from the dust! I bear what I must bear His open grave is empty! and am full of high confidence: Lying around him there I do not suffer in vain. are his enemies! God himself measured my lot out for me: Praise to him and thanks! here brief pain, there eternal rest. He, he defeated 4. What are you, sorrows of this world, death, and with it the host of hell! to me, who regards my future eternity 2. You are he, who stood surety for me, with contentment? the Prince of life, the sacrifice, Soon God will call me, and forever who took the power from death! reward and refresh me, You, you are he, in whom I trust, since I trust in him here. whom one day I will behold on the throne, Soon, soon my pain will fade away, from which you came to us sinners! and my heart will taste the joys of heaven. You fought not for yourself; 5. Though I am weak, yet I carry you triumphed, Lord, for me, the shameful yoke of sin no more for me, an outcast. during my time on earth. Through your death Virtue for me is sweet duty. God has reconciled Yet I feel it, I am not yet the entire sinful world with himself. what I shall be henceforth. 3. Should I not approach with thanks? My comfort is this: God has patience To you, deliverer of your faithful, and does not punish me according to my guilt. should I not dedicate to you my song of praise? 6. You who conquered death for me, You have fought to the death you, Intercessor, have plucked me and, dying, subdued my enemy, out of the fear in which I lay! your triumph, Prince of victory, is mine! To you, to you I owe my peace; Honor, praise, and thanks be to you! you healed my wounds, You helped me out of death, you quieted my conscience. conqueror! And if I yet fall along my path, My song of praise, you will straighten me up again. my fervent thanks, lifts itself up eternally, God, to you! 7. Praised be God! I am a Christian! And his mercy and truth 4. Pray to him, the vanquisher towards me as well are not in vain. of death, pray to him, you sinners, My piety increases; in devout humility! I feel the daily improvement Throw yourselves down before him with me,

[ ix ] my brothers whom he has saved, 2. Prejudice and darkness and tell abroad what he has done for us! fill our souls; Let all believe! His word our vision is uncertain, is a commandment from God for us! our convictions fail. Comrades! But your understanding never strays He struggled alone! from pure truth. Enter with him Whatever you think is light, into heaven before God! righteousness, and clarity. 5. When we shall one day taste our death, 3. Hurl yourself, mortal race, where then will be all its terror? thankfully at his feet! Where is its sting? What is it? His truth and justice Jesus lives! And our limbs he will make known to you. the victor’s omnipotence will revive again, The word of the Lord rings forth abroad, our graves will be empty as well! to convert the world. We are his sanctuary; Believe it joyfully, follow him gladly, He will not leave his own here you people who hear it! in the dust. 4. God, whatever your word promises us, He comes and calls: will and must occur; Abandon the pit, neither can your threats stand up, sleepers; follow me! pass by unfulfilled. 6. Day of life, day of delight, Have not thousands already on which God’s sun dawns over us who came before us, after the long night! undergone your punishment, your reward, Oh, what will we experience, to your greater glory? when night and darkness fade away, 5. Soul, would you not confidently and suddenly our eyes awaken! believe in God? Accomplisher, lead Should folly, should ridicule us to this day, rob you of your comfort? us, your own! That which created heaven, You walked the truth—can it lie? the path of death before us. Can it hypocritically betray We follow you into your peace. those who trust it? 7. The hero, before whom Hell trembled, 6. Silence reason, which who saw death himself and now lives, opposes God, now lives and reigns in eternity! which opposes his spirit that To you God has given victory and life, teaches you his mystery! to you his world Laugh at the scoffer, who boasts and all his glory! of knowing more than God: In all your bliss one day, perhaps too late, he will your redeemed have a share have to believe in God! through faith! The light of faith 7. Earth and heaven will pass away: will never be extinguished for us! God, your word will remain. Thus we will behold your salvation eternally! Blasphemers, who disdain it, will not drive it away. Translation © 2017 by Pamela Dellal Kings are dust before you, along with their armies. The Lord’s Word is Truthful [Wq 202/E/6] In heaven you laugh at them 1. You, who yourself are truth, when they puff themselves up. God, to whom I sing, 8. You are truth! Nothing shall God, who no intellect can fathom, ever part me from you; source of all things! the world, full of deceit, All truth comes from you cannot frighten me. to humanity. Though for your word’s sake I must It illumines us, when we suffer shame and trouble, ourselves do not hinder its light.

[ x ] yet you will reward me for it there, 4. All this is mine, God, with honor and joy. and, little Rose, yours as well, as soon as we pledge our troth to each other; Translation © 2017 by Pamela Dellal then for us, as quickly as pearly drops in the fountain, Song of the Fatherland [Wq 202/F/1] the leaping days will pass. 1. I am a German maiden! Translation 2017 by Pamela Dellal My eye is blue and my gaze gentle, © my heart is noble and proud and good. The Sleeping Woman [Wq 202/G/1] 2. I am a German maiden! 1. Lulled by nightingale song My blue eye looks angrily on him, she sleeps, the queen of beauty! my heart hates him, who rejects his fatherland! The queen’s throne blooms with freshness, 3. I am a German maiden! the west wind wafts fragrant tribute by. No other country would I choose 2. Smile gently! With lofty angel faces as fatherland, were I free to choose any! the day’s activities have appeared to you. 4. I am a German maiden! Happily stretch out your lovely hands, My lofty eye also looks with scorn, as they extend their palms to you. with scorn on him, who differs with this choice! 3. Yet was there a trembling longing? 5. You are no German youth! Did love smile upon these rosy cheeks? If you are guilty of this lukewarm quibble, And am I, am I the dreamy image, you don’t deserve the fatherland, if you don’t love it as I do! wept over, which hovered before you now? 6. You are no German youth! 4. Oh, then fall silent, you choir of nightingales, My entire heart despises you so that no noise disturbs the lovely dream! who rejects the fatherland, you stranger and you fool! Or choose the sound by which, in thrall, the weak little woman might fly ever closer. 7. I am a German maiden! My good, noble, proud heart beats Translation © 2017 by Pamela Dellal high and loud at the sweet name of the fatherland! 8. So one day it will beat at the name Lyda [Wq 202/G/2] of that youth alone, who is as proud as I 1. Your sweet image, O Lyda, of the fatherland, and is good, noble, and a German! hovers constantly before my gaze. However tears obscure it, Translation 2017 by Pamela Dellal © since it is not you yourself. I see it, when evening The Peasant. To little Rose [Wq 202/F/2] falls around me; when the moon 1. Already May attracts shines on me, I see it and weep, the swallows here, since it isn’t you yourself. and everything in the village is cheerful. 2. By the flowers of that valley, Upon breezy hills which I would gather for her, and meadows appear by those myrtle branches, the loveliest flowers and plants. which I would pluck for her, 2. See, little Rose, my field I conjure you, vision, is gloriously arrayed, rise up and transform yourself! already the stalks shoot out grain; Transform yourself, vision, with spirited sounds and become Lyda herself! the songs of the lark and the quail can be heard within! Translation © 2017 by Pamela Dellal

3. See, down by the brook, To Sleep [Wq 202/H] the sheep leisurely 1. Beloved sleep, you friend of my heart, wandering through flowery surroundings, how I rush into your arms! whiter than the plum tree With you I forget my accustomed pains in the garden, and taste long-lost rest. blooming from bottom to top!

[ xi ] 2. And if the desired slumber is interrupted 10. In the quiet night we heard the whimpering by grief, which fills my soul, of the widow’s lament! then Luna will comfort me, who veils Pillage and the raging conflict her suffering in dark clouds. struck down her husband and son. 3. Then I will think about the bliss of love, 11. We heard the moans from and soon I will experience it in dreams. the orphan’s blanched mouth, nearly starved! Oh, that I could remain sunk within always! His last crust of bread was taken Seldom does it bless us so beautifully. and given to the prince’s dog! 4. If I awaken early, I look around me 12. Aroused to vengeance, to vengeance aroused joyfully for the dear fugitive. is the free German man! Would he one day make me happy in Daphne’s arms, Trumpet and drum, call to the battle! I would sleep through an Elysium. Wave, banners, wave before!

Translation © 2017 by Pamela Dellal 13. Though an ocean surge before us, forth! They are unmanned, Drinking Song for Freedom [Wq 202/I/1] the soldiers, and fight only for money and not for the fatherland. 1. Adorn your hat with oaken leaves! Arise and drink the wine, 14. Forth—the ocean is a joke to us! which fragrantly sparkles at us; And sing with a glorious tone: Father Rhine has provided it! “A mighty fortress is our God!” and Klopstock’s battle song. 2. Is there one capable of service and yet his hand trembles 15. God’s angel hovers there to heave mace, lance, and sword upon the clouds of gunpowder, when it is of use to the fatherland? gazes furiously at the enemy host and terrifies them away from the battle! 3. Away with the coward, away from here! Let him croak for teething biscuits, 16. They flee! The curse of the natives suckle like a beast on princes, pursues them with lightning! and babble, blaspheming God! And the sword slashes their backs with the shame of cowardly wounds! 4. And let him polish his lord’s shoes and to his lord give up 17. The Rhine, in crimson waves, his wife and daughter, tosses the riff-raff away, and wear the sash and star! and spits them out, and sucks them in, exulting upon its bank. 5. This night is for us, for us it is, for us the noble drink! 18. The vineyard in the vale of corpses It was fermented, as France’s might waters its crop with blood! sank down in Höchstädt’s valleys. Then we will drink at the joyful feast, in triumph, the blood of tyrants! 6. Therefore, brothers, arise; adorn your hats! And quaff and quaff the wine Translation © 2017 by Pamela Dellal that sparkles at us fragrantly; Father Rhine provided it to us! Selma [Wq 202/I/2] 7. The lofty glow of freedom dawns for us! 1. She loves! The chosen one loves me! Our hands do not tremble! An angel came from her We do not grudge our father’s blood; in an evening whisper and uttered the fatherland needs it! to me the gentle sighs. For me, o Selma, your heart 8. Hermann belongs to us full of sweet torment quakes in silence, and Tell, Switzerland’s hero, and beautiful tears of yearning fill and every free German man! the light of your blue eyes! Who can count the grains of sand? 2. Lend me, o lightning, the wings of flame, 9. The bridegroom awoke us long since, lend me, storm, your wings! with a wild cry of pain! Thither over river and valley and hill, The prince’s brash procurer took I fly enraptured to her. his young bride from him. And were Death to howl from a thousand rivers,

[ xii ] Death from a thousand cliffs: 5. Then snug huts I shall, I shall kiss the tears shelter us overnight, and fly through Death. until once more the twinkling little stars awaken. Translation © 2014 by Ruth B. Libbey Thus it goes, and never other than well; Selma [Wq 202/J] a fisherman always 1. Hasten, O May, with your bridal song! has a contented spirit! Hurry and redden my girl’s cheek Translation 2017 by Pamela Dellal and the roses for the wedding wreath! © Everything reels; my breath fails me. The ground burns under my feet! Table Song [Wq 202/K/2] Hurry, I will outfly your radiance! 1. Healthy and high-spirited, we enjoy the good things 2. Our souls were created in a myrtle vale that our great Father provides. by God from a beam of dawning light: Oh praise him, brothers, praise they are as alike as antiphonal strophes, the Father, who nourishes us as two kisses, striving for each other, and refreshes us with the joy of wine! which trembling delightfully on hot lips twist, incandescent, into a single kiss. 2. He calls down: “It shall be!” And blessing swells the earth, Translation © 2017 by Pamela Dellal the fruit tree and the orchard blossoms. He lives and stirs in pastures, Fishing Song [Wq 202/K/1] in waters and in breezes, 1. Who resembles us, and milk and wine and honey flow as well. happy fishermen in the boat? 3. Then all the people gather: We know how to catch the horse and reindeer herders the slippery fish. at the frigid pole, buffeted by snow; We sit and float the reaper of worthy stalks; on a winged path; the savage, who wears palm fronds we dance and don’t and breadfruit leaves against the sun. lift up our feet. 4. But God looks down from heaven 2. Soon humming breezes over their joyful bustle breathe in our ear; from sunrise to sunset: soon foamy waves for his children gather, lift us up. and their collective stammering Then, crashing on crags utters thanks to him in a thousand tongues. and rocks, they shake the ribs 5. Praise his name, of the rocking boat. and strive to imitate him, him, whose mercy can never be fathomed, 3. But we rustic fellows who blesses all worlds, laugh at this, reigns over good and evil, and guide the tricky and allows his sun to shine! little fish into the net. The bosom of the sea, 6. With tender mercy as fearsome as it appears, extend your hand to the poor, we trust, as if it was whatever people or faith they might be; surfaced with planks. we are, neither more nor less, all God’s children, 4. We journey out and we should delight in each other as brothers. with the setting moon, and come home Translation © 2017 by Pamela Dellal with our boat gleaming. Our nets, set at early morning, provide living treasure and money in the evening.

[ xiii ] Song [Wq 202/L/1] grasp you with his claws, and then 1. I walked beneath the alders, along the cooling brook, toss you over his shoulder!” and thought of much, and much more after. 7. Milkmaid, go out early and late, My heart felt so easy and so good, in spite of wise mothers! yet my eyes were full of tears. Whoever walks on good paths 2. From the murmuring clouds emerged the image and pauses at crossroads, of my beloved, amiable and gentle. should not tremble before goblins! Then I dropped to the bank in the tufted moss; 8. Indeed, a rogue often seizes me my tears poured down into their depths. around the neck, 3. Now I lay in the shade by the cooling brook but his face is ruddy and thought of much, and much more after. and he doesn’t use claws to The nightingale sang, and the brook gurgled; nicely scratch my back. I thought of one thing, and of only one. 9. This one is called—prick up your ears! 4. Already the clouds flamed in reddened light, Wilhelm and so forth; already browner shadows sank into the vale, indeed his blue eyes flash, already the moon trembled through the alders by the brook; but at least until today I thought of one thing, and of only one. he hasn‘t worn any horns! 5. Now I stumbled away with tear-stained face Translation © 2017 by Pamela Dellal and looked back at the brook and the alders. They disappeared; the beloved face did not, On the Opening of the Lodge [Wq 202/N/1] which forever and ever fills my soul. 1. Flow gently through the clouds that conceal you, unveiled into the sanctuary, Translation © 2017 by Pamela Dellal blessed truth!—And may your radiant awe be the grave of superstition. The Milkmaid [Wq 202/L/2] 1. Milkmaid, quickly take the bucket! 2. Bestow on us from the uncorrupted spheres, Have you finished milking? pure virtue, your omnipotent gaze! Look, the stars shine brightly Come, to destroy the impious reign of blasphemy, and the full moon peeks so glaringly bring the golden age back again! out of the puffy clouds. 3. Truth, no longer concealed by any mist, 2. Lie and chew in peace virtue, effective through desire, your healthy fodder! now have illumined our temple; Everything, you good innocent cow, happy is he who is a Mason. you provide: milk and cheese, 4. Now to work, fast-bound brothers!— cream and sweet butter! Seek after truth; remain true to virtue! 3. Peacefully through the field ring For first each of our members feels muffled cowbells, in full the joy of Masonry. the dog barks in the village, Translation © 2017 by Pamela Dellal and the chirp of the quail shrills in the dewy rocks. Greetings at Assembly Time [Wq 202/N/2] 4. Milkmaid, sing with a happy cry! 1. The sun may continually depart Beware of anyone who doesn’t sing! and withhold its beams from us: Listen to the lovely echo for us a dazzling light still remains. there in the wood and the alder vale, The evening dew sinks down; broiling with fog. the temple glows, you brothers, 5. “Little daughter, be careful, more beautifully than the sun ever shined upon us. come home to me soon!” 2. We behold the symbols of mortality, says Mother. “At night and holy feelings pervade the devil’s wild hunt swarms our hearts, filled with friendship. with the storm’s racket. The oath of eternal loyalty 6. “A horned black man rings forth in the temple anew; often arrives helter-skelter! the incense mingles with the clouds. With a glowing eye he’ll ogle you,

[ xiv ] 3. How the signs of love beam 5. Love inspires us all the same; in the ties of steadfast devotion do not hearts already beat faster? and rest upon the manly breast! Now let all turn to the Chairman, Thus in the blue distance asking him, as his labor’s children, we gaze at the twinkling stars in heaven, chairman, does it please you, and feel exalted joy. this gathering of brothers here? Oh, then swear it, hand in hand, 4. The artificial delights of fools the holy covenant of most loyal friendship! no brother envies who reveres friendship according to worth. 6. Say, who is this wine for? Receive it, O sensitive youth; Oh, for concord and for love! the science of joyful virtue Let it sound out everywhere, is now taught in the Lodge! oh, so may your desires be purified. And for the greater pleasure of the feast 5. When will heaven grant sing, inspired with a full heart: that our persecutors realize Swear to each other, brothers, hand in hand, how much injustice they do us? the holy covenant of most loyal friendship! They allow themselves to be misled by error; we close our gates to hypocrites, Translation © 2017 by Pamela Dellal but not to the honest man. Antiphonal Song [Wq 202/N/4] Translation © 2017 by Pamela Dellal The Chairman On the Feast of St. John [Wq 202/N/3] 1. Here, engaged for labor, dedicate, worthy brothers, 1. Brothers, today be rightly pleased, worshipful songs drink and play, sing and laugh. to him who supports our structure. See, the spirit of concord sings, which forms us into true brothers, Chorus of Brothers which now allows us, fraternally, 2. Indeed, in jubilant song to celebrate the Feast of St. John. and in happy choruses Swear to each other, brothers, hand in hand, let the warmest thanks the holy covenant of most loyal friendship! from all the brothers be heard. 2. Never shall the evil spirit of division First Superintendent poison here a single brother’s heart, 3. Look at the temple’s pillars consider only, that you are called brothers; and sense your responsibilities. this can instill inner peace. Follow wisdom!—Only it can Then drink! The flow of wine sustain Masons. destroys harmful displeasure. Chorus of Brothers Swear to each other, brothers, hand in hand, 4. Indeed, we follow its traces, the holy covenant of most loyal friendship! seeking after its teachings. 3. Then may the dark haze of enmity The law of wisdom alone never stain our sun’s light; shall the Mason hear. never shall our holy art Second Superintendent be marred by wrath, a servile emotion. 5. Beauty shall exalt the building; The powerful strength of our labor simplicity gave it value; quickly drives away the passions. through nature alone shall it be beautiful, Swear to each other, brothers, hand in hand, without false adornment! the holy covenant of most loyal friendship! Chorus of Brothers 4. Brothers, then reverently celebrate 6. Indeed, according to nature’s rules the lofty festival of our union! and following its divisions, Even though not played at its best, a Freemason alone oh, sentiment strikes the lyre; is driven to build beautifully. in weaker tones of joy as well the son of St. John yet is known. The Chairman Swear to each other, brothers, hand in hand, 7. Now, all-powerful Architect, the holy covenant of most loyal friendship! bless our deeds!

[ xv ] You have awakened us to light; 10. When, dying, our gaze longs give strength to our building! for our brother’s hand, when for the last time reaches Chorus of Brothers the breaking bond of longing, 8. Indeed, the Almighty’s strength sustains our structure.—It stands. 11. then let our last word be: It will still stand when the world, “Brothers, be not troubled: decaying, passes away. we will love each other yonder, as we loved each other here.” General Chorus 9. Thank the blessed fortune, Translation © 2017 by Pamela Dellal where in the Masonic order the reasoned happiness of true humanity Song [Wq 202/N/6] has become our reward! 1. Brothers, our pillars stand Translation © 2017 by Pamela Dellal firmly in bright sunlight. Earth and heaven may pass away, On the Feast of St. John [Wq 202/N/5] but our pillars will not. 1. From St. John I come here; 2. Cheerfully the Lodge has witnessed already he was a loving man; the swift flight of many years; he loved as faithfully, as well oh, may she endure and never as anyone could love. dread an end to her serenity. 2. If you would be sons of St. John, 3. Watching by the ancient lamp, then love as he did. she always finds every son; Nature impresses this duty upon you; virtue smiles in her eyes, indeed, it is not difficult. finding him today upon the throne. 3. You have that in your hearts 4. So our light will be renewed, that speaks “love, love.” and we observe with prophetic gaze; It quiets each first pang, build, brothers, and rejoice and behold—it doesn’t last. at your mother’s happiness. 4. The wound that a brother beholds 5. In triumph the silent is as good as healed, beauty stands there, unrecognized: since his breast, which glows with fire, rejoice out of full hearts— already shares our pains. she knows us and is known!

5. When then, through a brother’s duty Translation © 2017 by Pamela Dellal the trouble of a brother is lessened, then (infidels don’t believe this) On the Betrothal Feast of our Chairman [Wq 202/N/7] it becomes so easy for both of us. 1. Sing today inspired, brothers, 6. Beneficent nature created sing today in full choir! us as brothers, one and all, Joy, mount newly within; in a chosen number shine forth out of every delight! to bring about happiness. Mingle in the happy feast, which pleases the Chairman’s heart! 7. And therefore it gave us the power To which Mason is love not precious, to enact sympathy, which brings happiness to the world? while every other passion must be subdued in the heart. 2. See, how in the glow of love he sinks upon his beloved’s breast, 8. Evidence of this is our gate, yet even so he does not drink which Cupid has never breached; from the chalice of forgetfulness of us;— since a chorus of men alone as he tore himself from his hour of bliss sing of charity here. with his beloved, 9. Oh, follow the holy calling and still fulfills his prior commitment of the Masons of this world, to remain faithful! which created it for our happiness, 3. Chairman, in the temple accept from us which sustains it and us. the tribute of our warm friendship;

[ xvi ] receive thanks for your example “You, Who in the Secure Sanctuary” [Wq 202/N/8] of how one should choose wisely! 1. You, who in the secure sanctuary Indeed, you sought out a noble soul, have bound yourselves to wisdom, a clever spirit and an independent mind; and your happiness and reputation and according to your example have found in your temple; each should choose his lady Mason. here in the bosom of quiet joys 4. A true Mason should trust no friend you protect your precious destiny without flaw, and make yourselves free and great. and see no idealized angel 2. The desire that called you here even in the best woman. was a gift from heaven; Both choices we might regret; you fled, burning with presentiment, Lessing once taught this: from the bustling crowd. for paltry flatteries You came without falsehood and swore, are not worthy of Masons. and saw and listened and experienced; 5. He should remain manly also in love, yet consider as well, what oath you took! tender without sensibility; 3. To those who rank you among fools, for him, nothing should be excessive, who condemn you to mockery, nothing should be ecstasy. who put down your virtuous judgment He will be cautious to promise and deride our covenant: his never-false heart, oh, if you sensed how much you were missing, and to betray his oath of love you would approach repentant and would be chosen, would never be a light thing for him. and would become, as we are, inspired. 6. To establish his wife’s well-being, 4. Then at last you would feel, filled with delight, to be the head of his household, the joy of the Mason bond, to overcome the burden of cares, the enviable epitome to strew flowers on the path of a golden pastoral state. they walk; to teach her, Chosen brothers, among you and when she speaks wisely, every brother is great and rich; to willingly listen to her: all brothers are alike. this is the duty of a Mason. 5. We are made strong by the conviction 7. And if he now becomes a father, to establish truth; she will wish him not to forget and whatever was hidden from us up to now, how to our holy order wisdom teaches us to find. he owes a brother. As long as the heavenly spheres revolve, Wisdom and virtue are the teachings as long as people other people behold, that he will impart in upbringing; our work shall last. to destroy prejudice the boy shall be called early in life. 6. The Mason is no outcast, his duty makes him sociable; 8. He will learn to tame passions and whoever receives the kiss from us in his youth, lives pleasantly in the world. and then, to welcome him, Though his flight bears him towards heaven, all the brothers will stand ready. his human heart still remains within him, In order to experience happiness, which senses human pain. he will ask to become a son of the Masons, and will swear in his father’s hands 7. Distant only from the foolish throng to be faithful to true wisdom. of compulsive seekers, freedom sets our table 9. Flattery is for little spirits, and fills our goblets. not for a thoughtful Mason; Here, in the presence of innocence, Now accept, fortunate Chairman, drink, brothers, happy in the way of Masons: the duty of our pure offering. may he live long, who has become one! Brothers, let the password be given, bearing this supplication up above: Translation © 2017 by Pamela Dellal Long may our Chairman live with his dear lady Mason! Translation © 2017 by Pamela Dellal [ xvii ] Drinking Song at Table [Wq 202/N/9] “For You, You Lovely Ones” [Wq 202/N/11] 1. Drink, drink from this fresh wine! 1. For you, you lovely ones, We will fill every glass. shall it ring forth, The vain delusion of earthly status the contest song of the Masons! is for us nothing more than toys and fancies. To all you sisters Drink all, drink with long draughts it shall resound, and let us delight as gods! our fraternal gratitude. Through you we are 2. Though the whole world, frenzied, united here, may pervert itself in bloody battles, through you achieved what we have accomplished. we are free of conflict and division in both hemispheres. 2. Do not be daunted Drink all, drink with long draughts that the Lodge’s darkness and let us delight as gods! is barred to you! The impetus to work, 3. Far from care or trouble, the everlasting strength, in the strict rules of our order flows from your gaze into us. the whole world sees how with wine and kiss Only you revive, the sacrament of virtue is observed by us. only you uplift, Drink all, drink with long draughts only you embellish it. and let us delight as gods! 3. In a quiet household 4. Although accusing us of many faults the reward of purest love the world might then speak evil of us, brings you joy; nevertheless with good deeds, goodness, and mercy the hour of rest we will avenge ourselves on people’s misconceptions! your mouths dedicate Drink all, drink with long draughts to innocent joys, and let us delight as gods! to the happiness of the Mason Translation © 2017 by Pamela Dellal whose fate has chosen him to be so fortunate! “Lofty as the Eagle’s Boldest Flight” [Wq 202/N/10] 4. So, you brothers, 1. Lofty as the eagle’s boldest flight sing the songs with a single voice and full as David’s song, for our good sisters! as powerful as Greek Pindar’s blows, They are dear to us; and as wise as Solomon. in the brightest flame let it be known to them! 2. So shall your song of praise always be; Inspired by them, otherwise it is worthless smoke, we are chosen otherwise it is far too small an offering to you, to joyfully approach wisdom. you royal art! Translation 2017 by Pamela Dellal 3. You have entrusted your treasure © to the cradle of the world, and have built Enoch’s city, Jabal’s tent, The Quiet Happiness of Masonry [Wq 202/N/12] and Noah’s ark. 1. Let others proudly thirst for honors; the greatest rank is slavery. 4. You conceived the tower of Babel The closest favorite of great princes as a wonder; is still their slave—never free. in your pyramids on the Nile were intelligence and magnificence. 2. Let others heap up Croesus’ riches; do they really enjoy their money? 5. Now Europe murmurs your fame When they drown in greed for gold, from the Tagus to the Belt; what use are they to themselves or the world? nevertheless your sanctuary remains a riddle for the world. 3. Let others lull themselves in pleasure; they are entirely slaves to their lusts. Translation © 2017 by Pamela Dellal They never feel a simple delight, and only pain follows their enjoyment.

[ xviii ] 4. The Mason, always content in himself, creates his own and other people’s happiness, feels his heaven already present and thankfully blesses his fate. 5. The heavens are troubled—yet the murky path never frightens the Mason. He endures—and when there is sunshine, he gathers and enjoys it. 6. He shares his sorrows with his brothers, which, shared, he feels only half as much, and tastes every joy redoubled, since his brothers feel it with him. 7. O brothers! What are thrones and riches, what the mogul’s treasure, pomp, and glory, when I compare them with the bond that in the Masonic apron makes us joyful? 8. Let fools, with their earthly treasures, merely seem to delight in displeasure; may our rule be our only delight, may it be triply sacred to us!

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