Forwarded from Tardation Nation (Randy Marsh)
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Tempus est Iocundum
Codex Buranus, 179
13th Century
The time is pleasing, o virgins,
you youths rejoice in this manner.
Refrain: Oh, oh, I bloom completely
Now I burn completely
on account of the virgin love.
It is the new, new love
for which I perish.
Philomena sings thus more sweetly
and she is heard playing.
I burn within.
It is the flower of girls
which I love
and the rose of roses
which I see often.
I burn within.
My promise delights with me,
my denial carries me away.
My virginity plays with me,
My stupidity thrusts me down.
Be silent Philomena
as the time demands,
Rise old song from the breast.
The man suffering in the winter time,
being wanton with a spring soul.
Come, little mistress, with joy,
Come, come beautiful one,
Now I perish.
Codex Buranus, 179
13th Century
The time is pleasing, o virgins,
you youths rejoice in this manner.
Refrain: Oh, oh, I bloom completely
Now I burn completely
on account of the virgin love.
It is the new, new love
for which I perish.
Philomena sings thus more sweetly
and she is heard playing.
I burn within.
It is the flower of girls
which I love
and the rose of roses
which I see often.
I burn within.
My promise delights with me,
my denial carries me away.
My virginity plays with me,
My stupidity thrusts me down.
Be silent Philomena
as the time demands,
Rise old song from the breast.
The man suffering in the winter time,
being wanton with a spring soul.
Come, little mistress, with joy,
Come, come beautiful one,
Now I perish.
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O Fortuna
Codex Buranus
13th Century, first set to music by Carl Orff in 1937
O Fortune,
like the moon
you are changeable,
ever waxing
ever waning;
hateful life
first oppresses
and then soothes
playing with mental clarity;
poverty
and power
it melts them like ice.
Fate – monstrous
and empty,
you whirling wheel,
you are malevolent,
well-being is vain
and always fades to nothing,
shadowed
and veiled
you plague me too;
now through the game
I bring my bare back
to your villainy.
Fate is against me
in health
and virtue,
driven on
and weighted down,
always enslaved.
So at this hour
without delay
pluck the vibrating strings;
since Fate
strikes down the strong,
everyone weep with me!
Codex Buranus
13th Century, first set to music by Carl Orff in 1937
O Fortune,
like the moon
you are changeable,
ever waxing
ever waning;
hateful life
first oppresses
and then soothes
playing with mental clarity;
poverty
and power
it melts them like ice.
Fate – monstrous
and empty,
you whirling wheel,
you are malevolent,
well-being is vain
and always fades to nothing,
shadowed
and veiled
you plague me too;
now through the game
I bring my bare back
to your villainy.
Fate is against me
in health
and virtue,
driven on
and weighted down,
always enslaved.
So at this hour
without delay
pluck the vibrating strings;
since Fate
strikes down the strong,
everyone weep with me!