Ode An Die Freude

Joy, beautiful spark of the gods, daughter of Elysium
we enter, drunk with fire, your heavenly sanctuary
Your magic binds again what strict fashion has divided
all people become brothers where your gentle wing rests
Your magic binds again what strict fashion has divided
all people become brothers where your gentle wing rests

Whoever has succeeded in being a friend of a friend
whoever has won a lovely woman, let him join in our jubilation
yes, whoever calls even one soul their own on this earth
and whoever has never been able to, let them weep and steal away from this bond
yes, whoever calls even one soul their own on this earth
and whoever has never been able to, let them weep and steal away from this bond

Joy, joy is the feather in eternal nature
Joy, joy drives the wheels in the great clock of the world
It brings flowers from the seed, suns to the firmament
it urges into depths that the seer's reed cannot know
It brings flowers from the seed, suns to the firmament