Showing posts with label lyrics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lyrics. Show all posts

Friday, March 30, 2012

Ageless Words Friday - She stood by the cross of Christ


For this last week before Easter, I chose the song “Stabat iuxta Christi crucem”, written by John Browne.
When I first read the lyrics, I was deeply touched by the emotion of the song. All the sadness of the crucifixion is contained. What really touched me in this song was the personal focus on the sadness and horror of a mother having to watch her child killed.
Here is a video of the song, but it can also be listened to here. Below the video is the English lyrics, followed by and Afrikaans translation[1].



She stood by the cross of Christ

She stood by the cross of Christ
seeing the true light suffer,
the mother of the king of all;
seeing his head crowned
with thorns, his side pierced,
she saw her son die.

She saw his body beaten;
his gentle hands and feet
pierced by cruel men;
she saw his head bent down,
his body stained with the blood of
the shepherd for his sheep.

She saw the bitter drink mixed,
saw her child crucified,
the ruler of all things.
The lashes he endured
the mother and daughter saw,
and she saw the cruel taunts.

The virgin heard these words
from her innocent child:
‘Mother, behold your son.’
The virgin saw her son
saying: ‘It is finished’,
and thus the sword pierced her soul.*

Thus she was left in sorrow
as the loving maiden
saw her son die;
a vast sorrow, a sorrow
that surpassed the martyrdom
of a thousand saints.

Gentle virgin, loving virgin,
hope of all, way of life,
virgin full of grace,
bid and implore your son
that to your servants
he may now grant joy. Amen.
*Luke 11:35, Prophecy of Simeon

Sy het by Christus se kruis gestaan

Sy het by Christus se kruis gestaan
en gesien hoe die ware lig ly,
die moeder van die koning van almal;
het gesien hoe word sy kop met dorings
gekroon, sy sy deurboor,
sy het gesien hoe sterf haar seun.

Sy het gesien hoe word sy lyf geslaan;
sy sagte hande en voete
deur wrede mans deurboor;
sy het sy kop gebuig gesien,
sy liggaam gevlek met die bloed van
die skaapwagter vir sy skape.

Sy het gesien hoe word die bitter drank gemeng,
sy het gesien hoe word haar kind gekruisig,
die heerser van alle dinge.
die slae wat Hy deurstaan het
het die moeder en die dogter gesien,
en sy het die wrede bespotting gesien.

Die maagd het hierdie woorde
van haar onskuldige kind:
‘Moeder, daar is jou seun.’
Die maagd het haar seun sien
sê: ‘Dit is volbring’,
en die swaard het haar siel deurboor.*

Sy is in verdriet gelaat
soos die liefdevolle maagd
haar seun sien sterf;
’n diepe hartseer, ’n verdriet
wat die martelaarskap
van ’n duisend heiliges oortref het.

Sagte maagd, liefdevolle maagd,
hoop van almal, weg van die lewe,
maagd vol genade,
vra en smeek van jou seun
dat hy aan jou dienaars
nou vreugde sal gee. Amen.
*Lukas 11:35, Profesie van Simeon

The translation of the English lyrics quoted here, has been taken from the booklet of Anonymous4’s album Four Centuries of Chant. More info about the album can be found here at Harmonia Mundi or here at thegroup’s website.
More information about “Stabat iuxta Christi crucem”, John Browne and the Eton Choirbook can befound here.

Page from the Peterborough Psalter



[1] This translation has been made from the English translation quoted here.

Friday, March 9, 2012

Inspiration Friday – Siúil a Rúin



In keeping with the Celtic theme of March’s Inspiration Fridays, I’ve decided on one of my favourite Irish folk songs and which is also one of the first Irish songs I learnt. Those who often read these blogs will know by now that I love history as much as folklore and mythology. I also seem to be pulled more towards songs which tell a story and have some history (no, ‘golden oldies’ from the year 2000 do not count…).

“Siúil a Rúin” is a traditional Irish song, sung from the point of view of a woman lamenting a lover who has embarked on a military career, and indicating her willingness to support him. The song has English language verses and an Irish language chorus, a style known as macaronic.” (More information here.)

As with many traditional or folk songs, there are various versions of the song. The one I’m quoting below is the version I know best. But first, two music videos – one of “Siúil a Rúin” and the other “Johnny Has Gone for a Soldier”; an American variant of the song. I’ve also included an Afrikaans translation of the song just for fun.





The English lyrics:

Siúil a Rúin

I wish I was on yonder hill
'Tis there I'd sit and cry my fill
And every tear would turn a mill
Is go dté tú mo mhuirnín slán

Chorus
Siúil, siúil, siúil a rúin
Siúil go socair agus siúil go ciúin
Siúil go doras agus éalaigh liom
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán

(Walk, walk, walk, O love,
Walk quickly to me, softly move;
Walk to the door, and away we'll flee,
And safe may my darling be)

I'll sell my rock, I'll sell my reel
I'll sell my only spinning wheel
To buy my love a sword of steel
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán

I'll dye my petticoats, I'll dye them red
And round the world I'll beg my bread
Until my parents shall wish me dead
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
I wish I had my heart again
And vainly think I'd not complain
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán

The Afrikaans translation of this version:/Die Afrikaanse vertaling van hierdie weergawe:

Gaan, my liefling

Ek wens ek was op daardie heuwel,
Daar sal ek sit en al my trane stort,
En elke traan sal ’n meul laat draai,
Mag jy veilig gaan my liefling.

Refrein:
Siúil, siúil, siúil a rúin
Siúil go socair agus siúil go ciúin
Siúil go doras agus éalaigh liom
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán

(Stap, stap, stap my lief,
Stap saggies en stap stil,
Stap na die deur en ontsnap saam met my,
En mag jy veilig gaan my liefling.)[1]

Ek sal my spinstok, my spintol
En my enigste spinwiel verkoop,
Om vir my geliefde ’n swaard van staal te koop,
Mag jy veilig gaan my liefling.

Ek sal my onderrokke kleur, ek sal hulle rooi kleur,
En oor die wêreld heen vir my brood bedel,
Totdat my ouers my sal dood wens,
En mag jy veilig gaan my liefling.
Ek wens, ek wens, ek wens tevergeefs,
Ek wens ek het my hart weer gehad,
En dink vergeefs dan sal ek nie kla,
Mag jy veilig gaan my liefling.

Picture of this beautiful spinning reel found here.

Have a lovely weekend!


[1] Die refrain ka nook vertaal word as: Kom, kom, kom, o liefling,/ Kom vinnig na my, beweeg saggies;/ Kom na die deur en ons sal wegvlug/ En mag jy, liefling, vir altyd veilig wees! maar ek hou meer van die ‘s’ alliterasie in die ander vertaling saam met die betekenis van die refrein en die oorspronklike klanke van die Ierse woorde.

Friday, August 19, 2011

Ageless Words Friday: “Gebed” by Koos du Plessis


Although this week’s “Ageless Words” are only a few decades old; I do believe these lyrics to be “ageless”. It is written in Afrikaans by one of my favourite songwriters; Koos du Plessis. Born on 10 May 1945 as Jacobus Johannes du Plessis, Koos started writing songs during his tertiary studies. Some of his best known and loved songs are “Kinders van die wind” (“Children of the wind”) and “Sprokie vir ’n stadskind” (translated as “The neon rainbow” by Koos himself). He also wrote one of my favourite Christmas songs, “Somerkersfees” (“Summer Christmas”)  This week, however, I bring you “Gebed” (“Prayer”) – one of my favourite songs. The English translation[1] can be found below the Afrikaans lyrics, as well as a recording of the song.

Koos du Plessis (1945-1984)


Gebed
Laat my nooit die grond verlaat nie.
Laat my in U skadu bly.
Gee dat elke aardse vreugde en vrees,
eindelik nietig word vir my.
Elke afdraai paadjie ken ek.
Elke keer het ek verdwaal.
Elke keer het u my iewers kom haal.
Maak dit Heer, die laaste maal.
Elke dag is ’n gedagte.
Elke kamer net gehuur.
Elke aardse droom van rykdom en roem,
net ’n skadu teen die muur.
Wat ek is, is net genade.
Wat ek het, is net geleen.
Eindelik smag ek na U waters van rus.
Lei my, Heer, vanaand daarheen.

Prayer
Let me never leave the ground.
Let me stay in Your shadow.
Grant that every earthly joy and fear
at last become insignificant to me.
All the branching paths I know.
Every time I lost my way.
Every time You came to collect me somewhere.
Make it, Lord, the last time.
Every day is a thought.
Every room only let.
Every earthly dream of wealth and fame
but a shadow on the wall.
What I am is only mercy.
What I have is only borrowed.
At last I yearn for Your waters of rest.
Lead me, Lord, there tonight.




[1] This translation was done by me.