<Friends, not these sounds;
let us raise another and more grateful song:
The song of joy.>

Joy, daughter of Elysium,
Golden flame down from the sky,
We come, fervent in face,
Exalted goddess, to your exalted place.
Your charm fraternizes
What the world has separated,
Brotherhood reigns eternally
Where your wing has rested.

Who has reached the supreme good
Of a friend's faithful heart,
Who has obtained a sweet spouse
May join us in golden joy.
Yes, whoever can call
A single heart their own in the world;
Who cannot, let them drag in sorrow
Their sad path from here.

Joy in the bosom of the Universe
Can all the living have,
Good and wicked alike walk
Along its flowery path.
Everyone had, until death,
Wine, love, and a faithful heart;
Pleasure was the worm's lot,
The angel rejoices in you, Lord.

Joyful worlds go in glory
To give light and life,
Go, children, to exult
Like heroes in great victory!

Be embraced, O millions,
In the great fraternity!
Children! A supreme father
Stands above the stars and the thunders.
Do you prostrate yourselves, millions?
Do you feel God, world, you?
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