Translation:Mondo kaj Koro/Sonorilludo

In evening, in the dear, dolorous monotone,

Suddenly, here, begins the sounding of bells


 * With groaning stroke,


 * With trembling voice.

The blows begin to make a noise, to shake windows

And magic roaring begins to mildly flow.

Oh, bellsound, you're thunderlike

And yet tranquil, delighting and sweet!

Heartache fainted drowning

Suffocates. I call to the sounding bronze:


 * Oh swing the tongue


 * You, striking like thunder!


 * Oh, your great complaint


 * Ring through the land!


 * Oh complain to the source


 * Of the blood, reproach!


 * Oh, thunder the voice,


 * That should split the mountain!


 * Extinguish the fiery tongue


 * Of the hating sense,


 * Of the blindly burning


 * Wanted the blood.


 * Attain, o song,


 * The dear profoundity


 * To bind up the wound


 * Which bled for vanity.


 * Oh bewitch the sense


 * Indulgantly rockingly,


 * And with rolling tears


 * Dissolve the repentance!


 * Oh ringing of songs!


 * You should establish the circle:


 * You should melt the world


 * In a circle of lovers!

Heart burn, voice lull, raise me, lower me,

With the flame of the flagrant love I awaken:

That red flames stop-flowing through the lands,

Cheeks begin to redden in fraternal receiving,

And brotherly, in a solemn circle, through the world

The wave of the song of Understanding begins to bellow...


 * But, oh woe!, trembling,


 * For the last time groaningly,

With dying groan the bronze sound fades away,

And sad monotone captures me again...