Come away, death
Come away, come away, death,
And in sad cypress let me be laid;
Fly away, fly away, breath;
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,
O prepare it!
My part of death, no one so true
Did share it.
Not a flower, not a flower sweet,
On my black coffin let there be strown;
Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown:
A thousand, thousand sighs to save,
Lay me, O where
Sad true lover never find my grave,
To weep there!
오너라 죽음아
슬픈 싸이프레스 나무 안에 뉘어다오.
가거라 숨결아
한 아름다운 처녀가 날 죽였으니.
새하얀 수의로
감싸다오.
아무도 모르는
사랑이니.
한송이 꽃도
검은 관 위에 놓지마오.
친구도 아무도
서러워 하지마오.
천번의 서러움도 함께
묻어 다오!
참사랑이 찾아 울지
못할 그 곳에.
Come away, death / Gerald Finzi
Janet Baker
Come away, death / Erich Korngold
Angelika Kirchschlager
Come away, death / Thomas Arne
John Mark Ainsley
Come away, death / Roger Quilter
Ian Bostridge
Come away, come away, death -
Shakespeare의 "Twelfth Night 十二夜" 중 Act 2, Scene 4,
Feste the Fool (Clown)의 노래이다.
SCENE IV. DUKE ORSINO's palace.
....
Re-enter CURIO and Clown
DUKE ORSINO
O, fellow, come, the song we had last night.
Mark it, Cesario, it is old and plain;
The spinsters and the knitters in the sun
And the free maids that weave their thread with bones
Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth,
And dallies with the innocence of love,
Like the old age.
Clown
Are you ready, sir?
DUKE ORSINO
Ay; prithee, sing.
Clown
Come away, come away, death,
And in sad cypress let me be laid;
Fly away, fly away breath;
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,
O, prepare it!
My part of death, no one so true
Did share it.
Not a flower, not a flower sweet
On my black coffin let there be strown;
Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown:
A thousand thousand sighs to save,
Lay me, O, where
Sad true lover never find my grave,
To weep there!
DUKE ORSINO
There's for thy pains.
Clown
No pains, sir: I take pleasure in singing, sir.
DUKE ORSINO
I'll pay thy pleasure then.
Clown
Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one time or another.
DUKE ORSINO
Give me now leave to leave thee.
Clown
Now, the melancholy god protect thee; and the
tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffeta, for
thy mind is a very opal. I would have men of such
constancy put to sea, that their business might be
every thing and their intent every where; for that's
it that always makes a good voyage of nothing.
Farewell.
5/7/12 musicgarden