BOSTON
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To all noble hearts the following tale of love, sacred yet forbidden, healing yet destructive, fulfilling yet frustrating, tyrannical yet benevolent. All with noble hearts will understand. May this tale enhance their minds, enrich their lives, and fortify their love.
The Tale of Tristan and Isolde
Legend said :
The lovers' bodies were buried side by side. From his grave grew a vine and from her grave grew a rosebush. As they reached toward heaven the vines and the rosebush's branches intertwined with one another, showing that in the end love conquers all.
Richard Wagner's opera Tristan und Isolde was first performed in 1865.
ISOLDE
How softly and gently
he smiles,
how sweetly
his eyes open -can you see,
my friends,
do you not see it?
How he glows
ever brighter,raising
himself high amidst the stars?
Do you not see it?
How his heart swells with courage,
gushing full and majestic in his breast?
How in tender blisssweet breath
gently wafts from his lips -
Friends! Look!
Do you not feel and see it?
Do I alone heart
his melody
so wondrously
and gently
sounding from within him,
in bliss lamenting,
all-expressing,
gently reconciling,
piercing me,
soaring aloft,
its sweet echoes
resounding about me?
Are they gentle aerial waves
ringing out clearly,surging around me?
Are they billows of blissful fragrance?
As they see and roar about me,
shall I breathe,
shall I give ear?
Shall I drink of them,
plunge beneath them?
Breathe my life away in sweet scents?
In the heaving swell,
in the resounding echoes,
in the universal stream of
the world-breath -to drown,
to founder -unconscious -utmost rapture!
German:
ISOLDE
Mild und leise
wie er lächelt,
wie das Auge
hold er öffnet,
seht ihr's, Freunde?
Säh't ihr's nicht?
Immer lichter
wie er leuchtet,
sternum strahlet hoch sich hebt?
Seht ihr's nicht?
Wie das Herz ihm mutig schwillt,
voll und hehr im Busen ihm quillt?
Wie den Lippen,wonnig mild,
süsser Atem
sanft entweht: -
Freunde! Seht!
Fühlt und seht ihr's nicht?
Hör ich nur
diese Weise,
die so wunder-voll und leise,
Wonne klagend,alles sagend,
mild versöhnend
aus ihm tönend,
in mich dringet,
auf sich schwinget,
hold erhallend
um mich klinget?
Heller schallend,
mich umwallend,
sind es Wellen
sanfter Lüfte?
Sind es Wogen
wonniger Düfte?
Wie sie schwellen,mich umrauschen,
soll ich atmen,
soll ich lauschen?
Soll ich schlürfen,
untertauchen?
Süss in Düften mich verhauchen?
In dem wogenden Schwall,
in dem tönenden Schall,
in des Weltatems
wehendem All,
ertrinken,
versinken,
unbewusst, -
höchste Lust! .....
Good Morning Sunshine Wherever You Are.........
