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Hail, Lord of the angels and saints

Hail, Lord, Lord of the angels

and of the saints, and of the winged cherubim of gold

From the eternal harmony of the universe

immersed in the blue vastness

a hymn rises

of supreme love

and reaches Thee

through the azure, hollow air

in a suave outpouring of sound

Hail!

Hail, Lord

Forgive me if my language falls somewhat behind

the sublime psalms of paradise

Forgive me if my countenance is not graced by the beam

which circle the locks of the high cherubim

Forgive me if, by speaking, I run the risk of getting a hiss or two

The tiny God of the tiny Earth

always degenerates and strays

and hopping like a cricket

pokes his nose among the stars

Then with stubborn and foolish pride

he trills in the grass

Vain dust! Arrogant atom!

Phantom of man!

And thus he is made by that mad illusion

which he calls: Reason

Yes, divine Master

the lord of the world falls into gloomy depths

and I have no longer heart to tempt him to sin, so feeble is he

ls Faust known to you?

The most bizarre madman I ever knew

In his curious fashion he serves you solemnly

His unquenchable thirst for knowledge makes him an anxious wretch

He would like to be almost superhuman

and no learning is a limit to his dismal delirium

I undertake to seduce him and make him fall in my net

Will you wager on it?

So be it!

Amen! Aged Father

you have ventured to play a rough game

He will bite into the sweet apple of vice

and I shall be victorious over the King of Heaven!

Sanctus!

(From time to time I find it pleasant to see the Old Man

and I take care not to fall out with him

lt is good to hear the Eternal One speak so humanly with the Devil.)

We are flying clouds from Limbo, wandering in holy splendours, we are choirs of infants, of cupids

lt is the light swarm of little angels

Like bees, they disgust and annoy me

Brothers, let us hold hands

All the way to the farthest heaven we must keep on dancing

Brothers, our soft wings must never cease their eternal flutter

until we circle the HoliestAltar

The dance, in an angelic spiral, goes on, and on and on

We are flying clouds from Limbo, wandering in holy splendours, we are choirs of infants, of cupids

Salve Regina! An echo rises from the blind world

to the divine palace

With our singing, with our tears

we soothe the powerful fire of senses

with our meek and faithful singing

- On the stars, the winds, the worlds - Hear our pious

- on the clear blue depths, on the sun rays - serene prayer

- the dance, in an angelic spiral, goes on - Let us pray

- Hail, Mary, full of grace - Let us pray for those who are dying

- Let us pray for those dying - Contrition brings forth tears

- enslaved souls - The lament of these bland multitudes

-Yes, let us pray for the enslaved souls - may be accepted by heaven

Hear our pious, serene prayer

Hail, hail, hail!

Hail, Lord of the angels and saints

and of the wandering stars

and of the winged cherubim of gold

From the eternal harmony of the universe

immersed in the blue vastness

a hymn of supreme love rises

And reaches Thee through the azure, hollow air

in a suave outpouring of sound

Hail!

- Why that way? - We are headed for the hunting lodge

And we for the mill

The signs of fairApril sparkle, and boldness and beauty laugh all around

- What are you going to do, fellows? - We'll go with the others

Friends, let's go to Burgdon‘ There pranks are best

as is beer, and women and brawls are most delightful

Madmen! Madmen!

Are your backs itching for more blows?

A glass, here! We want to drink! And give a toast to mad romances!

-And indulgent beauty! - Hurrah!

Let's drink, laugh and sing!

Look!

See how many fiery horses paw the ground there! There is the jester...

- What are you going to do, fellows? - We'll go with the others

Make way for him, let him pass!

Glory to the Prince! What dazzling horsemen! What a clangour of bells!

The crowd comes in waves, people shove, they mingle... make way!

Look there! Ah!

How many fiery horses! How many fine horsemen! The horses paw the ground!

Pay homage to the Prince!

Under the mild beams of spring the ice melts

and the valley is already green with promise

Old winter flies to the mountain

and the sun cheers and brightens forms and colours

If as yet on the plain flowers have not blossomed

the intense light brings forth instead

fine countrymen, decked in their best attire

To stroll with you, Doctor; is an honour, as well as a wise occupation

All by myself I'd be disgusted, among these people

The populace annoy me

Juhé! Juhé! Juheisa! Juhé!

The handsome youth comes to the fair

with ribbons in hisjacket and flowers on his head

And under a poplar lasses and lads

dance a mad gallop

Juhé! Juhé!

All mingle haphazardly in the confused din of the music

Tra la la ra la ra la

All mingle haphazardly, let's dance!

All mingle haphazardly, let's sing!

The dance pounds the ground

All mingle haphazardly heisa! He!

Juhé! Juhé! Juheisa!

The women smile as they happily whirl around

Their skirts flutter in the wind

The dark boy and the blonde dance tightly embraced

and the round dance pounds the ground

and under a poplar lasses and lads

begin a mad gallop

Let's sit on that rock

See how the houses glow red

The day is fading

This is the hour for ghosts, they wander

in the evening mists, stretching their nets under the feet of men

Let's go! Fog hides the horizon

At nightfall one welcomes one‘s house

What are you pondering, staring immobile into the dusk?

Do you see that grey friar in those fields

- over there? -I noticed him a long time ago, master

There seems to be nothing strange about him

Sharpen your sight. Who do you think that friar is?

Someone begging for alms

Look closely. He moves in winding spirals

and is slowly drawing near us

- Oh! If |‘m not mistaken, his feet leave fiery traces on the ground! -Ah!

No! That is a figment of your imagination, I only see a grey friar

- He timidly goes on his way - He seems to be spinning a web around us

We are two strangers for him. Ah!

That is a figment of your imagination!

The spiral is tightening... He is near us... ah!

Observe him well!

He's a grey friar, he's no ghost

He's murmuring prayers, counting his beads

Let's go, master...

The handsome youth comes to the fair...

The dark boy and the blonde whirl around tightly embraced

From the fields and meadows which darkness now floods

from the quiet paths

I return, filled with peace, profound calm and holy mystery

My heart's grim passions slumber in placid oblivion

Only the love of man, the love of God burns within me!

From the fields and meadows I return and feel myself drawn to the Gospel

I shall meditate

Ho there! Who's crying out? The friar? What do I see?

l‘ll consent to share my cell with you, friar, as long as you don't howl

What?

He stares at me and does not speak!

What horrible phantom have I dragged along?

Fury, demon or spectre, you shall be mine!

Over your race, the sign of Solomon is omnipotent!

What a din! Sir, I am at your command

This then, was the kernel of the friar!

A gentleman! The jest is amusing

- What is your name? - The question is absurd

for one who disdains the arguments of the Word and only believes in Being

In noble gentlemen like you the name has such virtue that it reveals the Essence

Tell me, then, who are you?

A living part of that force which perpetually

thinks Evil and does Good

And what does that strange play on words mean?

lam the spirit that ever denies, all things: the star, the flower

My sneering and antagonism disturb the Creator's rest

I long for Nothingness and the ruin of all Creation

And my oxygen, my vital atmosphere

is what goes by the names of Sin

Death and Evil!

I laugh and hurl this syllable: “no“

I destroy, ltempt, I roar and hiss: “no“

I bite, capture, destroy, ltempt, roar and hiss

I Whistle! Whistle! Whistle! Eh!

lam part of the innermost recesses of the great All: Darkness

lam a child of Gloom, who will return to Gloom

If now light usurps and clutches my sceptre in rebellion

the dispute will end shortly

On the Sun and over the Earth is Destruction!

Strange son of Chaos

And, if you desire to become my partner, I gladly accept you from this hour

and call myself your friend or, if you prefer, your slave and servant

And in exchange, what conditions must I conform to?

- There is time for that... - No, the conditions, and speak plainly!

I bind myself in your service and will ceaselessly fulfill all your wishes

but down there (you understand?) the roles will be reversed

I am not concerned about the afterlife

If you grant me an hour of rest, in which my soul might know peace

if you reveal to my confused mind myself and the world

if I ever happen to say to the fleeting moment: “stay, you are beautiful!“

- Then may I die, and let Hell engulf me! - Very well!

- Let's sign this contract! - Here, done!

From tonight in the greedy orgies of my master

as his servant I will wait on him

From tonight in the greedy orgies of mylhis master

as his servant llhe will wait on him

-And when do we begin? -At once

- Very well, quickly, where shall we go? - Wherever you please

How do we leave this place? Where are the horses, coaches, lackeys?

I need but to spread my cloak

and we shall travel on the air

Illustrious and learned sir, how can you enjoy

a village maid‘s company and her rustic language?

Your ruby lips say words that are celestial

- Speak on, speak on... -Ah! Do not kiss this coarse hand of mine!

N0» n0, no, sir!

It's fine for a young bachelor to wander

the world gaily in search of adventure

But when gloomy times creeps on

old and widower he shall die in his bed

It's unfortunate! And I anxiously see that hour approach!

-Ah, yes! Ah, yes! Alas! - Nonsense! Don't think of it, there is still time

Forgive the rash words that escaped my lips

when I first beheld the enchantment of your face

I was sad, I was troubled, lwondered in my mind

whether you believed me to be an immoral girl, sir...

I wept so much, but on my heart

your face remained imprinted...

Continue, my treasure!

A most ancient maxim says

that a good wife is a rare thing...

- Really? - Rare indeed!

And you haven't been ensnared yet?

Believe me, I don't know what love is...

And no sigh, no dream ever burned in your heart, charmed you?

Believe me, I don't know what love is!

Tell me, Enrico, do you believe in religion?

I don't wish to trouble the beliefs of virtuous consciences

Let's talk of something else; for my love, girl, I would give my blood and life!

It's not enough. One must believe and you believe in nothing, Enrico

Listen, my fair angel

Who would dare avow the saying: “l believe in God“?

The words of saints are mockery to the truth I seek

And what man would be so bold as to say: “l do not believe“?

Fill your heart with the indescribable and true thrill of love

and then call that bliss Nature! Love! Mystery!

Life! God! Life! God!

Names and words are but smoke and fairy-tales compared with feeling

Then call that bliss Nature! Love! Mystery!

- I'd better go... goodbye - Life! God!

Goodbye, I must be off...

Tell me, are you alone at home often?

Our family is small

I look after the garden, the kitchen chores and the cornfield

I see to every need, I spin at the wool-winder

Mother is very rigorous

yet all my days pass in happiness and serenity

Tell me, shall I never pass one sweet hour of love

with you and blend my heart with your heart?

I do not sleep alone, and my mother is a light sleeper

Goodbye, I must be off...

Take this. Three drops of this potion will

make her fall into a placid, lethargic sleep

- Give it to me. And it will not harm my mother in any way? - In no way at all

charming angel with the pretty face! Ah!

- Merciful God, I am new, ignorant - It's the ultimate longing

- of the world, of love - the divine miracle

- I feel a mysterious and alluring aura - of life, of life!

- which spreads into my heart - Of unrestrained life!

Ah! I feel a mysterious and alluring aura!

- Farewell! |‘m off! - Stay, Margherita! - Marta! Marta! - Run, quick!

- I must fly! - Come, my love! - Where are you running to, Marta? - Run!

-Ah, I must fly! - Where to, Margherita?You‘re captured!

Ah! I love you!

Keep walking, come on, keep walking

the sky is dark, the climb steep

Keep walking, come on, keep walking

because far, far away

the mountain of old Satan looms

The sky is dark, the climb steep

Keep walking, come on, keep walking

Sprite! Sprite!

Swift and light sprite, glowing alone on the solitary path

come closer, for the slope is dark

- Come closer, sprite - Keep walking, keep walking...

Listen!

The forest stirs and the tall, ancient pines

collide furiously with each other with their gigantic arms

Listen, listen!

From the bottom of the valley I hear the howling of a thousand voices

The bunch from hell is approaching

Oh, wonder!

Already the clouds, the mountain, the woods and skies

strike up a wild, magical melody!

Let us climb, for time is cheating us and we shall miss King Bee|zebub‘s dance

The night of the Sabbath is a fateful night; the first one up gets an extra prize

The night of the Sabbath is a fateful night the first one down gets an extra prize

Up! Up! Up! Up!

The night of the Sabbath is a dreadful night!

Up, quick, for time is cheating us; our companions have reached the top

The night of the Sabbath is a dreadful night; the first one up gets an extra prize

Up! Up! Up! Up!

The night of the Sabbath is a dreadful night!

We are saved for all eternity! Yes!

Let us climb, for time is cheating us and we shall miss King Bee|zebub‘s dance

Make way for Mephistopheles, for your King!

O putrid brood, devoid of faith!

Worship me, all of you, and prostrate yourselves humbly before the King!

O putrid brood, devoid of faith!

We prostrate ourselves to Mephistopheles, to our King; all flat on the ground

People! And you give no sceptre, no mantle to your sovereign King?

Will my formidable hand close around nothing?

- Here is your mantle, do not be angry! - Heaven, earth and sea obey you!

Do not grow angry!

I have throne and sceptre, and I am despot of my fierce kingdom

but I want to clasp the entire world in my fist!

Hurry, blow under the cauldron, run and stirthe brew

run and dance over the cauldron

Here, prince, is the entire world!

Here is the world, empty and round

rising and falling, bouncing and shining

Dancing around the sun

trembling and roaring, giving, destroying

Now barren, now fertile. Here is the world!

On its wide, ancient back

there is a race corrupt and mad

proud, vile, wicked and subtle

that incessantly devours itself in every corner of the wicked world

Satan is a fairy-tale for them...

Hell is something to laugh about and mock...

Paradise is mocked and derided too...

Oh, by God! Now I can have a good laugh too!

When I think of what |‘m hiding from them!

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Behold the world!

Let's dance! Let's dance!

Let's dance, let's dance, for the world has fallen!

Let's dance, let's dance, for the world is ruined!

On the broken pieces of the doomed globe, let our hellish dance fire up!

Wonder, oh wonder!

Far away, over there, in the misty sky

a pale and sad maid, can you see her?

She slowly drags her feet, in fetters!

Ah, what a pitiful sight!

- The sweet girl resembles Margherita - Turn your eyes away!

That is a tempting spectre!

It is an alluring phantom

which infects the hearts of those who gaze upon it!

Turn your eyes away, deluded soul, from the head of Medusa!

Those celestial eyes, wide open, like in a corpse!

And the white breast, which received so many kisses from me!

Yes, it is Margherita, my angel, ah!

Turn your eyes away! In that vision every man sees the woman he loved

Ah, a strange necklace, like a blood line, circles her throat

Her head is severed, Perseo cut it off!

Ah! Let's dance, for time is cheating us, on the broken pieces of the world

The night of the Sabbath is a dreadful one; let our hellish dance echo around

Sabba, Sabba, Saboé!