Ludwig van Beethoven - The Ruins Of Athens Op.113

Daughter of mighty Zeus awake
Her name resounds
The years of wrath are past
We are reconciled

To suffer slavery though guiltless is misery
Every day new sorrow to get our scrap of bread
On its branch shines the fig tree’s sweet fruit
Not for the slave that tended it
But for the cursed master
The people oppressed
Bent low by his hand
Ah ah ah ah
What has befallen you my poor fatherland

In the folds of your sleeves
You have carried the moon and shattered it
Ka’abah Muhammad
You mounted the radiant Borak and
Flew up to seventh heaven
Great prophet Ka’abah

Bedeck the altars, they are bedecked
Swing the censers, they have been swung
Gather roses, they have been gathered
Await the priestesses, we await them
Stand ready, we stand ready

With lively and ardent joy
Welcome the two holy sisters
For where the muse gravely presides
We gladly sacrifice at her altar
What great souls have suffered
Struggling with fate
Melpomene as warning sets before us
While Thalia keeping watch upon our ways
Instructs us by use of merry jests
The muses sport works to our benefit
For mortals ennoblement is their goal

We bear responsive hearts in our bosoms
We give ourselves gladly to illusion
Bide with us ye holy muses
With a people of open mind

If our guiding spirit will grant our wish
Stirred by the people’s pious desires
Then raise up between these two altars
Yet a third bearing his portrait
Let it stand before his children
To be seen with love and honor

It is so we have been heard
Oh father Zeus granted is our desire

Hail to our king hail, hear us god
Thankful we swear anew
Old Hungarian loyalty unto death