To my friends

* Edouard_Manet *

To my friends

We are here because the game of fortune
The soon there tends now here,
And lie on the scales of destiny,
The dropped earlier, now rising?

And as always to tyrants
Control our benefit and harm
Increase when they banish Honest
The meanness!

And proud priests enjoin us
What should believe our soul,
With Fire and Sword preach peace
Full of holy madness!

And all the nations wars
Misfortune to fall into the fame
That a subject more regions
As weapons ownership?

And then to force us into bondage
The counterfeit Ugliness
To bring a powerful incense
Only through great infamy?

No! Friends come, let us escape
The shackles that beut Europe,
Draw Unverdorbnen to Taiti
For their honesty.

And let us teach the people there
How did Orpheus least one;
The strings play to defend their wildness
Establish a state,

Where only natural he leads the scepter,
As supported by Arts,
And everyone in the state, the gebühret him
The fatherland benefits.

And where not bloody trophies
Situated on offnem place,
And do not we pray to God intimately
A bloody victim falls.

Novalis

When in fear dark hours
Almost discouraged our heart,
When, overcome by illness,
Gnawing fear within us;
We think of the good lover,
As she expresses grief and sorrow,
Clouds our view limit,
Which no ray of hope by looks,

O! then God tends across,
His love comes close to us'
We yearn over us,
Is his angel before us,
Bring the cup of fresh life,
Whisper encouragement and comfort to us,
And we do not pray in vain
Also for the peace lovers.

Novalis

Novalis,

Georg Philipp Friedrich Freiherr von Hardenberg,
was a German writer of early romanticism,
Philosopher, lawyer and mining engineer.

Born: May 2nd, 1772, Wiederstedt
Died: March 25, 1801, Weißenfels