Marias Lob
Language: German (Deutsch)
Our translations: DUT ENG FRE ITA SPA
Maria, wahre Himmelsfreud',
der Welt Ergötzlichkeit!
Wer wollt' dich nicht lieben?
Du stehst mir geschrieben,
ja mir gegraben
mit tiefen Buchstaben
in meinem Herzelein!
Wie schmelzet ein Karfunkelstein
im Lorbeerkränzelein,
so geht es mir eben,
mein' Seel' und mein Leben
vor Lieb' sich zertrennen
und in sich verbrennen
bei deinem Nennen!
Der ganzen Schöpfung reiche Zier
vergleicht sich nicht mit dir.
Es dürfen die Blumen
ihr' Schönheit nicht rühmen,
sie müssen sich schämen,
du tuest benehmen
all' ihre Zierlichkeit.
Des Himmels Sternenangesicht
und aller Sonnen Licht,
samt Edelgesteinen,
sie dürfen nicht scheinen,
die Perlen, Korallen,
Gold, Silber, sie fallen
vor dir in Finsternis.
Maria, o mein' höchste Freud',
die Welt ist mir verleidt,
ich suche zu sterben;
du woll'st mir erwerben
nur Gottes Gnaden,
auf höheren Pfaden
so scheid' ich fröhlich hin.
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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):
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Lof van Maria", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Linda Godry) , "Praised be Mary", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Louange à Marie", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Giovanni Duci) , "Lode a Maria", copyright ©, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- SPA Spanish (Español) (Alfonso Sebastián) , "Alabanza a María", copyright © 2021, (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: 35
Word count: 132
Praised be Mary
Language: English after the German (Deutsch)
Mary, true friend of heaven,
The world's delight!
Who could but love you?
Your name is written,
No, engraved,
with deep lines
in my heart!
As a gemstone melts
In the laurel wreath,
So are my very
Soul and body
So full of love
They burst into pieces
And burn in your name!
Creation in all its splendour
Pales in comparison to you.
Your beauty shames
The flower's blossoms
Who look plump
compared to
your frailness.
The star-spangled night sky
And the combined light of all the suns,
And precious stones,
Can not outshine thee,
The pearls, corals,
Gold, and silver dull
Compared to you.
Mary, my heart's delight,
The world means nothing to me,
And I wish to die;
If you, only you, ask for God's grace
For my safe ramble
On heavenly paths
I will leave here with joyous heart.
Text Authorship:
- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2009 by Linda Godry, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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This text was added to the website: 2009-07-26
Line count: 35
Word count: 142