Friedrich Schiller: Oda do radości

O joy, spark of the gods,
the flowers of the Elysees Avenue,
holy, on your holy doorstep
our inspired choir.
Your brightness will darken everything,
joins what separated fate.
All the people will be brothers there
where your voice will speak

Look, look, the great sun is running around the world,
sprinkling golden sparks.
Run like a winner and a hero
brother, yes and you.
Joy gushes from the breasts of the Earth,
the whole world drinks joy.
Today we enter, we enter
for joy, a golden mark.

She in the heart, in the grain, in singing,
she is in the weave of human hands.
From it the least worm draws,
in it the greatest circle of heaven.
Get up people, get up everywhere
I bring you the news.
In the starry firmament
our close joy shines on us.