Lyrics - Naxos

WACHNER, J.: Choral Music, Vol. 1 8.559607
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Doch auf einmal kehrt sie, wie geweckt,
ihr Gesicht and mitten in das deine:
und da triffst du deinen Blick im geelen
Amber ihrer runden Augensteine
unenvartet wieder: eingeschlossen
wie ein ausgestorbenes Insekt.
No. 6 Das Einhorn
Der Heilige hob das Haupt, and das Gebet
fiel wie ein Helm zurück von seinem Haupte:
denn lautlos nahte sich das niegeglaubte,
das weiße Tier, das wie eine geraubte
hülflose Hindin mit den Augen fleht.
Der Beine elfenbeinernes Gestell
bewegte sich in leichten Gleichgewichten,
ein weißer Glanz glitt selig durch das Fell,
and auf der Tierstirn, auf der stillen, lichten,
stand, wie ein Turm im Mond, das Horn so hell,
and jeder Schritt geschah, es aufzurichten.
Das Maul mit seinem rosagrauen Flaum
war leicht gerafft, so daß ein wenig Weiß
(weißer als alles) von den Zähnen glänzte;
die Nüstern nahmen auf and lechzten leis.
Doch seine Blicke, die kein Ding begrenzte,
warfen sich Bilder in den Raum
und schlossen einen blauen Sagenkreis.
Introit for The Season of Epiphany
Text: The Book of Common Prayer
O Lord open thou our lips and our mouth shall show forth thy praise.
The Lord hath manifested forth His glory.
O come let us adore Him.
The earth is the Lord’s and He made it.
O come let us adore.
Arise, my Love
Text: The Song of Songs (King James version)
Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
For, lo, the winter is past,
the rain is over and gone;
The flowers appear on the earth;
and the time of the singing birds is come.
Set me as a seal upon your heart,
as a seal upon your arm:
for love is strong as death.
Many waters cannot quench love,
neither can the floods drown it.
Come, thou fount of every blessing
Text: Robert Robinson (1735-90)
Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise:
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
But suddenly, as if abruptly stirred from her sleep,
Turns her face, and looks straight into your eye
And there, you meet again your own stare
In the glowing amber of her eye’s glare
Trapped, like an extinct insect,
From a time gone by.
The Unicorn
Translation © Copyright 2003 by
Karin Grundler-Whitacre.
Used by permission.
The saint raised his eyes and like a helmet from his head,
A praying chant fell down, because without a sound
The unbelievable white animal approached this very ground.
The creature that like an abducted, helpless hind
Silently pleads with her eyes.
In delicate balances the ivory frame of
Its gentle limbs moved
A white gleam glowed holy on its coat so smooth
And on the animal’s forehead still and light
Stood like a tower in moonlight the horn so bright,
And with every step it was proudly brought back into sight.
The mouth with its fluff of pinkish-gray,
Was slightly opened that a spec of white,
(Whiter than anything) sparkled from its teeth,
The nostrils sniffed and breathed away.
But its glances, by nothing earthly impeded
Cast images into the round
And a blue saga-circle was completed.
Translation © Copyright 2003 by
Karin Grundler-Whitacre.
Used by permission.
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