Das Ende des Festes
Language: German (Deutsch)
Available translation(s): ENG FRE IRI
Da mit Sokrates die Freunde tranken
Und die Häupter auf die [Polster]1 sanken,
Kam ein Jüngling, kann ich mich entsinnen,
Mit zwei schlanken Flötenbläserinnen.
Aus den Kelchen schütten wir die Neigen.
Die gesprächesmüden Lippen schweigen.
Um die welken Kränze zieht ein Singen...
Still, des Todes Schlummerflöten klingen.
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1 Schibler: "Kissen"
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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Armin Schibler (1920 - 1986), "Das Ende des Festes", op. 48 no. 15 (1956-8) [contralto and orchestra], from the oratorio Media in vita, no. 15, note: omitted from the revised version of Media in vita [
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- by Othmar Schoeck (1886 - 1957), "Das Ende des Festes", op. 60 no. 15 (1946) [medium voice and piano], from Das stille Leuchten: Liederfolge nach Gedichten von Conrad Ferdinand Meyer, no. 15, Wien: Universal Edition [
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- by Felix Wolfes (1892 - 1971), "Das Ende des Festes", 1963. [
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Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Emily Ezust) , title 1: "The end of the feast", copyright ©
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , title 1: "La fin de la fête", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- IRI Irish (Gaelic) [singable] (Gabriel Rosenstock) , title 1: "Deireadh an tSéire", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 8
Word count: 47
Deireadh an tSéire
Language: Irish (Gaelic)  after the German (Deutsch)
Ba le Sócraitéas a bhíomar ‘diúgadh
Is bhí cloigne ‘titim ar an gcúisín.
Tháinig stócach, mura bhfuil breall orm
Is bhí fliúiteadóirí ina theannta.
Chroitheamar an dríodar as na gloiní
Ní raibh gíocs ná míocs as ár gcuid liopaí.
Thart ar bhlátha dreoite cloistear ceol-chaint,
Ciúin,siad fliúiteanna an bháis iad, suan-seinnt.
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This text was added to the website: 2015-07-06
Line count: 8
Word count: 51