Richard Wagner: Tristan and Isolde (1857-1859)
Biography of Wagner
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History Before writing Tristan and Isolde, Richard Wagner had composed several decent, conventional, though overlong, operas. His third Rienzi weighed in at its premiere at nearly 6 hours before Wagner was forced to trim it. These earlier operas fit into the forms that defined "classical" opera: a series of vignettes, or "set pieces" arranged in a traditional formula of recitatives and arias. These divisions were commonplace in both the bel canto operas of Rossini and the classical operas of Mozart performed in the first half of the nineteenth century. In this style, recitatives were simple affairs with a lot of words and a sparse accompaniment, while arias tended to be more formal, with orchestral introductions leading into a showy aria. The resulting music could have a choppy, almost pastiche sound to it as each unit stood by itself. At the same time, soloists took the liberty of swapping arias from one opera with those of another in order to demonstrate their strengths. While audiences clamored for these vocal gymnastics, the drama of the work suffered. To counter this and assert control over his work, Wagner abandoned traditional divisions in Tristan and Isolde replacing them with what he called "continuous melody": a melody that was always moving forward; always becoming one thing or another. In so doing, Wagner eliminated the artificial divisions between recitative and aria: everything was aria and everything was recitative. There were few indications that Wagner's music would take such a decisive and radical turn away from the traditional strucutres of opera. While there are hints of it in his previous compositions, in Tristan Wagner's ideas emerge in full-flower. Some biographers a catalyst for this awakening in Wagner's torrid affair with Mde. Wesendonck, the wife of one of his patrons. For Wagner, opera was the consumation of art and therefore a path to transcendence. He supervised all aspects of the production and felt that the unity of voice, instruments, libretto, set, costumes and even the great festspielhaus (opera house) at Bayreuth together constituted a unified whole far greater than the individual parts. In this way the unity could promulgate the overarching aim of the work, be it the creation of a German mythology as in Wagner's cycle of operas, The Ring of the Nibelungen or philosophical-religious issues as in Parsifal. This unity of all elements came to be known as gesamtkunstwerk, or "total artwork." As a person, Wagner had flaws. Though generally well-liked - he was an excellent conversationalist and carried himself with a great sense of bravado - he was difficult with patrons and espoused Anti-Semitic views. In bringing his monumental ideas for opera to fruition he incurred massive debt. To overcome this debt he composed, at great cost to the commissioner, works such as the terrible Centennial Overture written for the American Centennial in 1876 , or barring a commission would simply hightail it from town. |
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Wagner's Compositional Technique Wagner used an intricate system of musical references, known as leitmotives, to illustrate the psychological implications of a particular scene, character, or situation. In this system, instrumental motives symbolize particular characters, events or ideas. Wagner then uses these motives throughout the opera in an almost cinematic way - creating intricate subtexts with his musical accompaniments. Something similar can be seen in much of modern film music. For instance, in John Williams' scores for Star Wars, or Superman leitmotives are used to represent characters and ideas in order to keep the viewer tuned in to the activity of the plot. It may prove helpful to acquaint yourself with some of the leitmotives that Wagner uses in the opera before you listen to the selection. You can see some of the leitmotives here. A better explanation of leitmotives can be found at Columbia Sonic Glossary here. Things to Listen For Wagner's Tristan and Isolde is one of the most influential works of the 19th century if not classical music. From the very first ambiguous strains of the prelude to the opera's final consummation in Isolde's Liebestod, or "Love-death" Wagner manages to build and exploit tensions, holding off a final cadential resolution, equivalent to the accumulated tension, until the very end of the four-plus hours of opera. From the prelude to the heights of emotion in the Liebesnacht or "love-night" through to the deaths of Tristan and Isolde and the lament of Isolde's betrothed, King Marke, Wagner continuously withholds cadences and through this is able to portray the theme of the opera: the idea of sehnsucht or "longing," most clearly. Listen to the opening strains of the prelude. The very first melodic fragment in the cellos sets up the atmosphere: this is our leitmotive for grief or sorrow. It is followed by an unresolved and tonally ambiguous "Tristan" chord: this is our lietmotive for longing or desire. To illustrate this notion of desire further, Wagner heightens the tension by smoothing over the cadence. It is this constant elision of phrases, combined with a lack of cadences, that are the hallmarks of Wagner's style. The chromatic floodgates that Wagner opened in this work would lead to the massive symphonies of Late Romantic composers like Bruckner, early Schoenberg and Mahler. Once the possibilities of enormously extended and highly chromatic tonality are unleashed it was only a matter of time before tonality itself was completely and irrevocably dissolved. |
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Prelude We are introduced to the main motives of the work, exemplified by the sehnsucht, or longing motive and the "Tristan Chord" a chord whose resolution is held off for the four plus hours of the opera; as well as the intense longing and timestopping emotion of the opera. Leitmotives in the Prelude Act 1 Act 2 Act 3 |
(ZWEITER AUFZUG) | (ACT TWO) | ||
ZWEITE SZENE Tristan und Isolde |
SCENE TWO Tristan and Isolde |
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TRISTAN (stürzt herein) Isolde! Geliebte! |
TRISTAN (rushes in) Isolde! Beloved! |
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ISOLDE (ihm entgegenspringend) Tristan! Geliebter! |
ISOLDE (leaping towards him) Tristan! Beloved! |
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(Stürmische Umarmungen beider, unter denen sie in den Vordergrund gelangen) | (In a passionate embrace they move downstage) | ||
ISOLDE Bist du mein? |
ISOLDE Are you mine? |
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TRISTAN Hab ich dich wieder? |
TRISTAN With me once more? |
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ISOLDE Darf ich dich fassen? |
ISOLDE Dare I hold you? |
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TRISTAN Kann ich mir trauen? |
TRISTAN Can I belive it? |
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ISOLDE Endlich! Endlich! |
ISOLDE At last! At last! |
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TRISTAN An meiner Brust! |
TRISTAN On my breast! |
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ISOLDE Fühl ich dich wirklich? |
ISOLDE Is it really you I feel? |
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TRISTAN Seh' ich dich selber? |
TRISTAN Is it you I see? |
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ISOLDE Dies deine Augen? |
ISOLDE These your eyes? |
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TRISTAN Dies dein Mund? |
TRISTAN This your mouth? |
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ISOLDE Hier deine Hand? |
ISOLDE Here your hand? |
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TRISTAN Hier dein Herz? |
TRISTAN Here your heart? |
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ISOLDE Bin ich's? Bist du's? Halt ich dich fest? |
ISOLDE Is it I? Is it you? You, clasped in my arms? |
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TRISTAN Bin ich's? Bist du's? Ist es kein Trug? |
TRISTAN Is it I? Is it you? No illusion? |
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BEIDE Ist es kein Traum? O Wonne der Seele, o süsse, hehrste, kühnste, schönste, seligste Lust! |
TOGETHER Not a dream? O heart's rapture, o sweet, most sublime, boldest, loveliest, most blessed joy! |
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TRISTAN Ohne Gleiche! |
TRISTAN Without equal! |
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ISOLDE Überreiche! |
ISOLDE Overflowing! |
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TRISTAN Überselig! |
TRISTAN Replete with bliss! |
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ISOLDE Ewig! |
ISOLDE Eternal! |
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TRISTAN Ewig! |
TRISTAN Eternal! |
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ISOLDE Ungeahnte, nie gekannte! |
ISOLDE Never dreamt of! Never yet known! |
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TRISTAN Überschwenglich hoch erhabne! |
TRISTAN Boundlessly exalted and sublime! |
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ISOLDE Freudejauchzen! |
ISOLDE Joyous exulting! |
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TRISTAN Lustentzücken! |
TRISTAN Blisful delight! |
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ISOLDE Himmelhöchstes Weltentrücken! Mein! Tristan mein! Mein und dein! Ewig, ewig ein! |
ISOLDE Heaven-high soaring beyond the world! My Tristan mine! Mine and yours! Ever, ever one! |
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TRISTAN Himmelhöchstes Weltentrücken! Mein! Isolde mein! Mein und dein! Ewig, ewig ein! |
TRISTAN Heaven-high soaring beyond the world! My Isolde mine! Mine and yours! Ever, ever one! |
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ISOLDE Wie lange fern! Wie fern so lang! |
ISOLDE For how long away! Away for so long! |
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TRISTAN Wie weit so nah! So nah wie weit! |
TRISTAN How far yet so near! So near yet how far! |
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ISOLDE O Freundesfeindin, böse Ferne! Träger Zeiten zögernde Länge! |
ISOLDE O enemy of friends, evil distance! Drawn-out time's lingering expanse! |
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TRISTAN O Weit' und Nähe! Hart entzweite! Holde Nähe! Öde Weite! |
TRISTAN O distance and nearness, sternly parted! Sweet nearness! Desolate distance! |
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ISOLDE Im Dunkel du, im Lichte ich! |
ISOLDE You in darkness, I in light! |
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TRISTAN Das Licht! Das Licht! O dieses Licht, wie lang verlosch es nicht! Die Sonne sank, der Tag verging, doch seinen Neid erstickt' er nicht: sein scheuchend Zeichen zündet er an, und steckt's an der Liebsten Türe, dass nicht ich zu ihr führe. |
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TRISTAN The light! The light! Oh, this light, how long before it was extinguished! The sun set, Day ran its course but it would not stifle its spite: lighting its dread signal it places it at the loved one's door so that I might not go to her. |
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ISOLDE Doch der Liebsten Hand löschte das Licht; wes die Magd sich wehrte, scheut' ich mich nicht: in Frau Minnes Macht und Schutz bot ich dem Tage Trutz! |
ISOLDE But the loved one's hand extinguished the light; what the maid would not risk I did not fear: under the power and protection of the Love-Spirit I bade defiance to Day! |
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TRISTAN Dem Tage! dem Tage! dem tückischen Tage, dem härtesten Feinde Hass und Klage! Wie du das Licht, o könnt' ich die Leuchte, der Liebe Leiden zu rächen, dem frechen Tage verlöschen! Gibt's eine Not, gibt's eine Pein, die er nicht weckt mit seinem Schein? Selbst in der Nacht dämmernder Pracht hegt ihn Liebchen am Haus, streckt mir drohend ihn aus! |
TRISTAN Day! For Day, for spiteful Day, the most bitter foe, hatred and grievance! Just as you extinguished the light, would that I could extinguish the light of insolent Day to avenge the pangs of love! Is there any distress, is there any anguish which it does not revive with its beams? Even in Night's darkling glory my beloved harbours it in her house, letting its threatening beams fall towards me. |
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ISOLDE Hegt ihn die Liebste am eignen Haus, im eignen Herzen hell und kraus, hegt' ihn trotzig einst mein Trauter: Tristan, - der mich betrog! War's nicht der Tag, der aus ihm log, als er nach Irland werbend zog, für Marke mich zu frein, dem Tod die Treue zu weihn. |
ISOLDE Is your beloved keeps it in her own house, so did my love once defiantly foster it in his heart, bright and devious: Tristan, he that betrayed me! Was it not Day that made him false when he came to Ireland as a suitor to court me for King Mark, to dedicate loyalty to Death? |
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TRISTAN Der Tag! Der Tag, der dich umgliss, dahin, wo sie der Sonne glich, in höchster Ehren Glanz und Licht Isolde mir entrückt'! Was mir das Auge so entzückt', mein Herze tief zur Erde drückt': in lichten Tages Schein wie war Isolde mein? |
TRISTAN Day! Day! Which shimmered round about you, to there where she seemed like the sun in highest honour's radiant glow, Isolde withdrew from me! That which so delighted my eye made my heart sink to the depths of the earth: in the bright light of Day how could Isolde be mine? |
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ISOLDE War sie nicht dein, die dich erkor? Was log der böse Tag dir vor, dass, die für dich beschieden, die Traute du verrietest? |
ISOLDE Was she not yours, she that chose you? What lies did evil Day tell you that you betrayed your dearest, she that was destined to be yours? |
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TRISTAN Was dich umgliss mit hehrster Pracht, der Ehre Glanz, des Ruhmes Macht, an sie mein Herz zu hangen, hielt mich der Wahn gefangen. Die mit des Schimmers hellstem Schein mir Haupt und Scheitel licht beschien, der Welten-Ehren Tages-Sonne, mit ihrer Strahlen eitler Wonne, durch Haupt und Scheitel drang mir ein, bis in des Herzens tiefsten Schrein. Was dort in keuscher Nacht dunkel verschlossen wacht', was ohne Wiss' und Wahn ich dämmernd dort empfahn: ein Bild, das meine Augen zu schaun sich nicht getrauten, von des Tages Schein betroffen lag mir's da schimmernd offen. Was mir so rühmlich schien und hehr, das rühmt ich hell vor allem Heer; vor allem Volke pries ich laut der Erde schönste Königsbraut. Dem Neid, den mir der Tag erweckt'; dem Eifer, den mein Glücke schreckt'; der Missgunst, die mir Ehren und Ruhm begann zu schweren: denen bot ich Trotz, und treu beschloss, um Ehr' und Ruhm zu wahren, nach Irland ich zu fahren. |
TRISTAN In the grip of madness I could not but yeld my heart to that which shimmered round about you in majestic splendour, the glitter of honour and the power of renown. Day's bright orb of worldly honour, shining upon me with the brightest radiant glow, penetrated my head with its beams of vain bliss and reached the deepest recesses of my heart. What lay there darkly concealed in chaste night, what I dimly perceived, not knowing, not imagining; a form, which my eyes could not believe they saw, caught in the light of Day, lay there gleaming before me. Before the whole throng I praised in clear tones what seemed to me so glorious and sublime; before all the people I extolled aloud the loveliest royal bride on earth. I bade defiance to the envy which Day awakened in me, to the zeal which threatened my happiness, to the jealousy which began to make honour and fame a burden to me, and firmly resolved to uphold honour and glory, to go to Ireland. |
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ISOLDE O eitler Tagesknecht! Getäuscht von ihm, der dich getäuscht, wie musst' ich liebend um dich leiden, den, in des Tages falschem Prangen, von seines Gleissens Trug befangen, dort wo ihn Liebe heiss umfasste, im tiefsten Herzen hell ich hasste. Ach, in des Herzens Grunde, wie schmerzte tief die Wunde! Den dort ich heimlich barg, wie dünkt' er mich so arg, wenn in des Tages Scheine der treu gehegte eine der Liebe Blicken schwand, als Feind nur vor mir stand! Das als Verräter dich mir wies, dem Licht des Tages wollt' ich entfliehn, dorthin in die Nacht dich mit mir ziehn, wo der Täuschung Ende mein Herz mir verhiess; wo des Trugs geahnter Wahn zerrinne; dort dir zu trinken ew'ge Minne, mit mir dich im Verein wollt' ich dem Tode weihn. |
ISOLDE O vain thrall of Day! Deceived by that which deceived you, how I, loving you, suffered on your account; caught in Day's false glitter, in the snare of its cunning, in the depths of my heart, where burning love encompassed him, I hated him bitterly. Ah, what piercing pain in the recesses of my heart! How hard he whom I secretly harboured there must have thought me when, in the light of Day my faithfully cherished one vanished to loving eyes and stood before me only as a foe! From the light of Day which made you appear to me a traitor I wished to flee into Night, to take you with me, where my heart would bid me end all deception, where the vain premonition of treachery might be dispelled, there to pledge to you eternal love, to consecrate you to Death in company with myself. |
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TRISTAN In deiner Hand den süssen Tod, als ich ihn erkannt, den sie mir bot; als mir die Ahnung hehr und gewiss zeigte, was mir die Sühne verhiess: da erdämmerte mild erhabner Macht im Busen mir die Nacht; mein Tag war da vollbracht. |
TRISTAN When I recognised sweet death offered to me at your hand; when a bold and clear presentiment showed me what expiation demanded; there dawned gently in my heart the lofty power of Night; my Day was then accomplished. |
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ISOLDE Doch ach, dich täuschte der falsche Trank, dass dir von neuem die Nacht versank: dem einzig am Tode lag, den gab er wieder dem Tag! |
ISOLDE Alas, you were confused by the deceiving potion so that once again Night eluded you: as you faced only death, it restored you to Day! |
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TRISTAN O Heil dem Tranke! Heil seinem Saft! Heil seines Zaubers hehrer Kraft! Durch des Todes Tor, wo er mir floss, weit und offen er mir erschloss, darin ich sonst nur träumend gewacht, das Wunderreich der Nacht. Von dem Bild in des Herzens bergendem Schrein scheucht er des Tages täuschenden Schein, dass nachtsichtig mein Auge wahr es zu sehen tauge. |
TRISTAN Hail to the potion! Hail to the draught! Hail to its magic's sublime power! Through Death's portals wide and open it flowed towards me opening up the wondrous realm of Night where I had only been in dreams. From the image in my heart's sheltering cell it repelled day's deceiving beams, so that in darkness my eyes might serve to see it clearly. |
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ISOLDE Doch es rächte sich der verscheuchte Tag; mit deinen Sünden Rat's er pflag; was dir gezeigt die dämmernde Nacht, an des Taggestirnes Königsmacht musstest du's übergeben, um einsam in öder Pracht schimmernd dort zu leben. Wie ertrug ich's nur? Wie ertrag ich's noch? |
ISOLDE Yet banished Day avenged itself; with yours sins it took counsel; what darkling Night showed you you had to surrender to the regal power of the Day-star, to live alone, gleaming there in solitary splendour. How could I bear it? How can I endure it now? |
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TRISTAN O nun waren wir Nachtgeweihte! Der tückische Tag, der Neidbereite, trennen konnt uns sein Trug, doch nicht mehr täuschen sein Lug! Seine eitle Pracht, seinen prahlenden Schein verlacht, wem die Nacht den Blick geweiht: seines flackernden Lichtes flüchtige Blitze blenden uns nicht mehr. Wer des Todes Nacht liebend erschaut, wem sie ihr tief Geheimnis vertraut: des Tages Lügen, Ruhm und Ehr', Macht und Gewinn, so schimmernd hehr, wie eitler Staub der Sonnen sind sie vor dem zersponnen! In des Tages eitlem Wähnen bleibt ihm ein einzig Sehnen - das Sehnen hin zur heil'gen Nacht, wo urewig, einzig wahr Liebeswonne ihm lacht! |
TRISTAN Oh, now we were dedicated to Night! Spiteful Day with ready envy could part us with its tricks but no longer mislead us with guile. Its vain glory, its flaunting display are mocked by those to whom Night has granted sight. The fleeting flashes of its flickering light no longer dazzle us. Before him who has seen with love death's night, before him to whom she confided her dark secret, are scattered the lies, the renown and honour of Day, power and advantage shining and glorious, as the paltry dust caught in the sunbeam! Amid the vain fancy of Day he still harbours one desire - the yearning for sacred Night where, all-eternal, true alone, love's bliss smiles on him! |
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(Tristan zieht Isolde sanft zur Seite auf eine Blumenbank nieder, senkt sich vor ihr auf die Knie und schmiegt sein Haupt in ihren Arm) |
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BEIDE O sink hernieder, Nacht der Liebe, gib Vergessen, dass ich lebe; nimm mich auf in deinen Schoss, löse von der Welt mich los! |
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TOGETHER Descend, O Night of love, grant oblivion that I may live; take me up into your bosom, release me from the world! |
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TRISTAN Verloschen nun die letzte Leuchte; |
TRISTAN Extinguished now the last glimmers; |
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ISOLDE was wir dachten, was uns deuchte; |
ISOLDE what we thought, what we imagined; |
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TRISTAN all Gedenken - |
TRISTAN all thought |
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ISOLDE all Gemahnen - |
ISOLDE all remembering, |
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BEIDE heil'ger Dämm'rung hehres Ahnen löscht des Wähnens Graus welterlösend aus. |
TOGETHER the glorious presentiment of sacred twilight extinguishes imagined terrors, world-redeeming. |
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ISOLDE Barg im Busen uns sich die Sonne, leuchten lachend Sterne der Wonne. |
ISOLDE The sun concealed itself in our bosom, the stars of bliss gleam, laughing, |
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TRISTAN Von deinem Zauber sanft umsponnen, vor deinen Augen süss zerronnen; |
TRISTAN softly entwined in your magic, sweetly dissolved before your eyes; |
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ISOLDE Herz an Herz dir, Mund an Mund; |
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ISOLDE heart on your heart, mouth on mouth; |
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TRISTAN eines Atems ein'ger Bund; - |
TRISTAN the single bond of a single breath; |
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BEIDE bricht mein Blick sich wonn'-erblindet, erbleicht die Welt mit ihrem Blenden: |
TOGETHER my glance is deflected, dazzled with bliss, the world palses with its blinding radiance: |
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ISOLDE die uns der Tag trügend erhellt, |
ISOLDE lit by Day's guileful deception, |
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TRISTAN zu täuschendem Wahn entgegengestellt, |
TRISTAN standing firm against deceitful delusion, |
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BEIDE selbst dann bin ich die Welt: Wonne-hehrstes Weben, Liebe-heiligstes Leben, Niewiedererwachens wahnlos hold bewusster Wunsch. |
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TOGETHER then am I myself the world; floating in sublime bliss, life of love most sacred, the sweetly conscious undeluded wish never again to waken. |
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(Tristan und Isolde versinken wie in gänzliche Entrücktheit, in der sie, Haupt an Haupt auf die Blumenbank zurückgelehnt, verweilen) | |||
BRANGÄNES STIMME (von der Zinne her) Einsam wachend in der Nacht, wem der Traum der Liebe lacht, hab der einen Ruf in acht, die den Schläfern Schlimmes ahnt, bange zum Erwachen mahnt. Habet acht! Habet acht! Bald entweicht die Nacht. |
THE VOICE OF BRANGAENE (from the tower) You upon whom love's dream smiles, take heed of the voice of one keeping solitary watch at night, foreseeing evil for the sleepers, anxiously urging you to waken. Beware! Beware! Night soon melts away. |
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ISOLDE (leise) Lausch, Geliebter! |
ISOLDE (softly) Listen, beloved! |
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TRISTAN (ebenso) Lass mich sterben! |
TRISTAN (softly) Let me die! |
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ISOLDE (allmählich sich ein wenig erhebend) Neid'sche Wache! |
ISOLDE (gradually raising her head a little) Jealous watch! |
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TRISTAN (zurückgelehnt bleibend) Nie erwachen! |
TRISTAN (still reclining) Never waken! |
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ISOLDE Doch der Tag muss Tristan wecken? |
ISOLDE Must Day then waken Tristan? |
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TRISTAN (ein wenig das Haupt erhebend) Lass den Tag dem Tode weichen! |
TRISTAN (raising his head a little) Let Day give way before death! |
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ISOLDE Tag und Tod, mit gleichen Streichen, sollten unsre Lieb' erreichen? |
ISOLDE Should Day and Death both reach our love? |
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TRISTAN (sich mehr aufrichtend) Unsre Liebe? Tristans Liebe? Dein' und mein', Isoldes Liebe? Welches Todes Streichen könnte je sie weichen? Stünd' er vor mir, der mächt'ge Tod, wie er mir Leib und Leben bedroht, die ich so willig der Liebe lasse, wie wäre seinen Streichen die Liebe selbst zu erreichen? (immer inniger mit dem Haupt sich an Isolde schmiegend) Stürb ich nun ihr, der so gern ich sterbe, wie könnte die Liebe mit mir sterben, die ewig lebende mit mir enden? Doch, stürbe nie seine Liebe, wie stürbe dann Tristan seiner Liebe? |
TRISTAN (raising himself up more) Our love? Tristan's love? Yours and mine, Isolde's love? What strokes of death could ever make it yeld? If mighty Death stood before me threatening the very life in my body which I would so gladly leave for love, how could it reach love itself? Were I to give my life to that for which I would so gladly die, how could love die with me, the ever-living end with me? And if his love were never to die how could Tristan die of his love? |
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ISOLDE Doch unsre Liebe, heisst sie nicht Tristan und - Isolde? Dies süsse Wörtlein: und, was es bindet, der Liebe Bund, wenn Tristan stürb, zerstört' es nicht der Tod? |
ISOLDE But our love, is it not Tristan and Isolde? This sweet little word: and, would death not destroy the bonds of love which it entwines if Tristan were to die? |
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TRISTAN Was stürbe dem Tod, als was uns stört, was Tristan wehrt, Isolde immer zu lieben, ewig ihr nur zu leben? |
TRISTAN What could die but that which troubles us, preventing Tristan from ever loving Isolde, forever loving only her? |
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ISOLDE Doch dieses Wörtlein: und, - wär' es zerstört, wie anders als mit Isoldes eignem Leben wär' Tristan der Tod gegeben? |
ISOLDE Yet this little word: and, were it destroyed, how else but together with Isolde's own life would death be given to Tristan? |
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(Tristan zieht, mit bedeutungsvoller Gebärde, Isolde sanft an sich) | (Tristan with a meaningful gesture, gently draws Isolde to him) | ||
TRISTAN So starben wir, um ungetrennt, ewig einig ohne End', ohn' Erwachen, ohn' Erbangen, namenlos in Lieb' umfangen, ganz uns selbst gegeben, der Liebe nur zu leben! |
TRISTAN Thus might we die, that together, ever one, without end, never waking, never fearing, namelessly enveloped in love, given up to each other, to live only for love! |
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ISOLDE (wie in sinnender Entrücktheit zu ihm aufblickend) So stürben wir, um ungetrennt, - |
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ISOLDE (as if in reflective rapture, looking up at him) Thus would we die, that together - |
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TRISTAN ewig einig ohne End', - |
TRISTAN ever one, without end - |
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ISOLDE ohn' Erwachen, - |
ISOLDE never waking - |
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TRISTAN ohn' Erbangen, - |
TRISTAN never fearing - |
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BEIDE namenlos in Lieb' umfangen, ganz uns selbst gegeben, der Liebe nur zu leben! |
TOGETHER namelessly enveloped in love, given up to ourselves to live only for love! |
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(Isolde neigt wie überwältigt das Haupt an seine Brust) | |||
BRANGÄNES STIMME (wie vorher) Habet acht! Habet acht! Schon weicht dem Tag die Nacht. |
THE VOICE OF BRANGAENE (as before) Beware! Beware! Night soon gives way to Day. |
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TRISTAN (lächelnd zu Isolde geneigt) Soll ich lauschen? |
TRISTAN (smiling down at Isolde) Shall I listen? |
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ISOLDE (schwärmerisch zu Tristan aufblickend) Lass mich sterben! |
ISOLDE (dreamily looking up at Tristan) Let me die! |
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TRISTAN Muss ich wachen? |
TRISTAN Must I waken? |
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ISOLDE Nie erwachen! |
ISOLDE Never waken! |
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TRISTAN Soll der Tag noch Tristan wecken? |
TRISTAN Shall Day still waken Tristan? |
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ISOLDE Lass den Tag dem Tode weichen! |
ISOLDE Let Day give way to Death! |
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TRISTAN Des Tages Dräuen nun trotzten wir so? |
TRISTAN Have we Day's menaces thus defied? |
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ISOLDE (mit wachsender Begeisterung) Seinem Trug ewig zu fliehn! |
ISOLDE (in growing rapture) Ever to flee its guile. |
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TRISTAN Sein dämmernder Schein verscheuchte uns nie? |
TRISTAN Did its dawning never affright us? |
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ISOLDE (mit grosser Gebärde ganz sich erhebend) Ewig währ uns die Nacht! |
ISOLDE (raising herself up with a grand gesture) May our Night endure for ever! |
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(Tristan folgt ihr, sie umfangen sich in schwärmerischer Begeisterung) | |||
BEIDE O ew'ge Nacht, süsse Nacht! Hehr erhabne Liebesnacht! Wen du umfangen, wem du gelacht, wie wär' ohne Bangen aus dir er je erwacht? Nun banne das Bangen, holder Tod, sehnend verlangter Liebestod! In deinen Armen, dir geweiht, urheilig Erwarmen, von Erwachens Not befreit! Wie sie fassen, wie sie lassen, diese Wonne, Fern der Sonne, fern der Tage Trennungsklage! Ohne Wähnen sanftes Sehnen; ohne Bangen süss Verlangen; ohne Wehen hehr Vergehen; ohne Schmachten hold Umnachten; ohne Meiden, ohne Scheiden, traut allein, ewig heim, in ungemessnen Räumen übersel'ges Träumen. |
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TOGETHER O eternal Night, sweet Night! Gloriously sublime Night of love! Those whom you have embraced, upon whom you have smiled, how could they ever waken without fear? Now banish dread, sweet death, yearned for, longed for death-in-love! In your arms, consecrated to you, sacred elemental quickening force, free from the peril of waking! How to grasp it, how to leave it, this bliss far from the sun's, far from Day's parting sorrows! Free from delusion gentle yearning, free from fearing sweet longing. Free from sighing sublime expiring. Free from languishing enclosed in sweet darkness. No evasion no parting, just we alone, ever home, in unmeasured realms of ecstatic dreams. |
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TRISTAN Tristan du, ich Isolde, nicht mehr Tristan! |
TRISTAN Tristan you, I Isolde, no longer Tristan. |
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ISOLDE Du Isolde, Tristan ich, nicht mehr Isolde! |
ISOLDE You Isolde, Tristan I, no longer Isolde! |
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BEIDE Ohne Nennen, ohne Trennen, neu Erkennen, neu Entbrennen; endlos ewig, ein-bewusst: heiss erglühter Brust höchste Liebeslust! (Sie bleiben in verzückter Stellung) |
TOGETHER Un-named, free from parting, new perception, new enkindling; ever endless self-knowing; warmly glowing heart, love's utmost joy! (They remain in a rapturous embrace) |
(ZWEITER AUFZUG) | (ACT TWO) | |
DRITTE SZENE Die Vorigen. Kurwenal, Brangäne, Marke, Melot und Hofleute. |
SCENE THREE The previous characters. Kurwenal, Brangaene, Mark, Melot and Courtiers. |
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(Brangäne stösst einen grellen Schrei aus. Kurwenal stürzt mit entblösstem Schwerte herein) | (Brangaene emits a shrill cry. Kurwenal rushes in with unsheathed sword) | |
KURWENAL Rette dich, Tristan! |
KURWENAL Save yourself, Tristan! |
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(Er blickt mit Entsetzen hinter sich in die Szene zurück. Marke, Melot und Hofleute [in Jägertracht] kommen aus dem Baumgange lebhaft nach dem Vordergrunde und halten entsetzt der Gruppe der Liebenden gegenüber an. Brangäne kommt zugleich von der Zinne herab und stürzt auf Isolde zu. Diese, von unwillkürlicher Scham ergriffen, lehnt sich, mit abgewandtem Gesicht, auf die Blumenbank. Tristan, in ebenfalls unwillkürlicher Bewegung, streckt mit dem einen Arme den Mantel breit aus, so dass er Isolde vor den Blicken der Ankommenden verdeckt. In dieser Stellung verbleibt er längere Zeit, unbeweglich den starren Blick auf die Männer gerichtet, die in verschiedener Bewegung die Augen auf ihn heften. - Morgendämmerung) | (Horrified, he casts a glance offstage. Mark, Melot and courtiers in hunting dress come rapidly from the avenue of trees and stop in horror at the sight of the lovers. Brangaene climbs down from the tower and runs to Isolde. Isolde, involuntarily seized by a sense of shame, leans back, her face turned aside, on the flowery bank. Tristan, also in spite of himself, raises his cloak on his arm so that it conceals Isolde from the sight of those just arrived. He remains in this position for a long period, unmoving, his cold gaze fixed on the men who, in various attitudes, fasten their eyes on him. Dawn) | |
TRISTAN (nach längerem Schweigen) Der öde Tag zum letztenmal! |
TRISTAN (after a long silence) Barren Day for the last time! |
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MELOT (zu Marke) Das sollst du, Herr, mir sagen, ob ich ihn recht verklagt? Das dir zum Pfand ich gab, ob ich mein Haupt gewahrt? Ich zeigt' ihn dir in offner Tat: Namen und Ehr' hab ich getreu vor Schande dir bewahrt. |
MELOT (to Mark) Now tell me, my lord, was I right to accuse him? To give you my pledge with my head as the bond? I have shown him to you in the very act; your name and honour I have loyally preserved from disgrace. |
MARKE Tot denn alles! Alles tot! Mein Held, mein Tristan! Trautester Freund, auch heute noch musst du den Freund verraten? Heut', wo er kommt, dir höchste Treue zu bewähren? Erwache! Erwache! Erwache meinem Jammer! (schluchzend über die Leiche sich herabbeugend) Du treulos treuster Freund! |
MARK All dead then! All dead! My hero, my Tristan! Most faithful of friends, must you even today betray your friend? Today, when he comes to avow to you his deepest faith? Awake! Awake! Awake! to my wailing! (Sobbing, he bends over the bodies) You faithless, most faithful of friends! |
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BRANGÄNE (die in ihren Armen Isolde wieder zu sich gebracht) Sie wacht! Sie lebt! Isolde! hör mich, vernimm meine Sühne! Des Trankes Geheimnis entdeckt' ich dem König: mit sorgender Eil' stach er in See, dich zu erreichen, dir zu entsagen, dir zuzuführen den Freund. |
BRANGAENE (who has brought Isolde to her senses in her arms) She wakes! She is alive! Isolde! Listen to me, hear my repentance! The draught's secret I have revealed to the King; In anxious haste he put out to sea to reach you, to renounce you, to lead your beloved to you. |
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MARKE Warum, Isolde, warum mir das? Da hell mir enthüllt, was zuvor ich nicht fassen konnt', wie selig, dass den Freund ich frei von Schuld da fand! Dem holden Mann dich zu vermählen, mit vollen Segeln flog ich dir nach. Doch Unglückes Ungestüm, wie erreicht es, wer Frieden bringt? Die Ernte mehrt' ich dem Tod: der Wahn häufte die Not. |
MARK Why, Isolde, why have you done this? When it was clearly revealed to me what I had not been able to comprehend, how happy I was that I found my friend free of guilt. To wed you to this glorious man with full sail I flew after you. But misfortune's impetuous haste, how can the bringer of peace control it? I increased the harvest of Death, madness added yet more distress. |
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BRANGÄNE Hörst du uns nicht? Isolde! Traute! Vernimmst du die Treue nicht? |
BRANGAENE Can you not hear us? Isolde! Dearest! Can you not hear your faithful Brangaene? |
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(Isolde, die nichts um sich her vernommen, heftet das Auge mit wachsender Begeisterung auf Tristans Leiche) | (Isolde, aware of nothing round about her, fixes her gaze with mounting ecstasy upon Tristan's body) |
ISOLDE Mild und leise wie er lächelt, wie das Auge hold er öffnet, - seht ihr's, Freunde? Säh't ihr's nicht? Immer lichter wie er leuchtet, sternumstrahlet hoch sich hebt? Seht ihr's nicht? Wie das Herz ihm mutig schwillt, voll und hehr im Busen ihm quillt? Wie den Lippen, wonnig mild, süsser Atem sanft entweht: - Freunde! Seht! Fühlt und seht ihr's nicht? Hör ich nur diese Weise, die so wunder- voll und leise, Wonne klagend, alles sagend, mild versöhnend aus ihm tönend, in mich dringet, auf sich schwinget, hold erhallend um mich klinget? Heller schallend, mich umwallend, sind es Wellen sanfter Lüfte? Sind es Wogen wonniger Düfte? Wie sie schwellen, mich umrauschen, soll ich atmen, soll ich lauschen? Soll ich schlürfen, untertauchen? Süss in Düften mich verhauchen? In dem wogenden Schwall, in dem tönenden Schall, in des Weltatems wehendem All, - ertrinken, versinken, - unbewusst, - höchste Lust! |
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ISOLDE How softly and gently he smiles, how sweetly his eyes open - can you see, my friends, do you not see it? How he glows ever brighter, raising himself high amidst the stars? Do you not see it? How his heart swells with courage, gushing full and majestic in his breast? How in tender bliss sweet breath gently wafts from his lips - Friends! Look! Do you not feel and see it? Do I alone hear this melody so wondrously and gently sounding from within him, in bliss lamenting, all-expressing, gently reconciling, piercing me, soaring aloft, its sweet echoes resounding about me? Are they gentle aerial waves ringing out clearly, surging around me? Are they billows of blissful fragrance? As they seethe and roar about me, shall I breathe, shall I give ear? Shall I drink of them, plunge beneath them? Breathe my life away in sweet scents? In the heaving swell, in the resounding echoes, in the universal stream of the world-breath - to drown, to founder - unconscious - utmost rapture! |
(Isolde sinkt, wie verklärt, in Brangänes Armen sanft auf Tristans Leiche. Grosse Rührung und Entrücktheit, unter den Umstehenden. Marke segnet die Leichen. - Der Vorhang fällt langsam) | (Isolde sinks gently, as if transfigured, in Brangaene's arms, on to Tristan's body. Those standing around are awed and deeply moved. Mark blesses the bodies. - The curtain falls slowly) |