Joy, thou spark from Heav'n immortal, Daughter of Elysium! Drunk with fire, toward Heaven advancing Goddess, to thy shrine we come. Thy sweet magic brings together What stern Custom spreds afar; All men become brothers Where thy happy wing-beats are.
Sadly it's only the one verse. Somewhere I have the playbook from a Chapman University Concert, and they what seemed to be a really god translation. It wasn't quite as stiff as most.
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Date: 2009-05-08 04:07 pm (UTC)Joy, thou spark from Heav'n immortal,
Daughter of Elysium!
Drunk with fire, toward Heaven advancing
Goddess, to thy shrine we come.
Thy sweet magic brings together
What stern Custom spreds afar;
All men become brothers
Where thy happy wing-beats are.
Sadly it's only the one verse. Somewhere I have the playbook from a Chapman University Concert, and they what seemed to be a really god translation. It wasn't quite as stiff as most.