Кіріспе
Викториялық Рождестволық ән "Жақсы король Вацлав" (Roud No 24754) – Богемия королі (қазіргі Чехия Республикасы) туралы баяндайтын Рождестволық ән. Ол қатал қысқы ауа-райына қарамастан, кедей шаруаға қайырымдылық жасау үшін сапарға шығады. Бұл сапарда оның жанындағы адам суыққа шыдамай, шаршап қалғанда, корольдің ізімен, қардың ішінде қадам-қадаммен жол таба біледі. Бұл аңыз әулие Вацлав I, Богемия герцогының (907–935) өміріне негізделген. Ол өмірлік кезеңінде король емес еді, бірақ қайтыс болғаннан кейін корольдік мәртебесі берілді. 1853 жылы ағылшын әнұран жазушысы Джон Мейсон Нил музыка редакторы Томас Хельмормен бірлесіп, 13 ғасырдағы көктемгі ән "Tempus adest floridum" ("Гүлденген шақ келді") әуеніне сәйкес ән сөздерін жазды. Олар бұл әнді 1582 жылғы фин музыкалық жинақ "Piae Cantiones"-ден тапқан. Ән алғаш рет сол жылы Novello & Co баспасынан шыққан "Рождестволық толқынға арналған әндер" жинағында жарияланды.
Victorian Christmas carol
"Good King Wenceslas" (Roud number 24754) is a Christmas carol that tells a story of a Bohemian king (modern day Czech Republic) who goes on a journey, braving harsh winter weather, to give alms to a poor peasant on the Feast of Stephen (December 26, the Second Day of Christmas). During the journey, his page is about to give up the struggle against the cold weather, but is enabled to continue by following the king's footprints, step for step, through the deep snow. The legend is based on the life of the Saint Wenceslaus I, Duke of Bohemia (907–935), who was not a king in his lifetime but had that status conferred on him after his death. In 1853, English hymnwriter John Mason Neale wrote the lyrics in collaboration with his music editor Thomas Helmore to fit the melody of the 13th century spring carol "Tempus adest floridum" ("Eastertime Is Come"), which they had found in the 1582 Finnish song collection Piae Cantiones. The carol first appeared in Carols for Christmas Tide, published by Novello & Co the same year.
"Good King Wenceslas" (Roud number 24754) is a Christmas carol that tells a story of a Bohemian king (modern day Czech Republic) who goes on a journey, braving harsh winter weather, to give alms to a poor peasant on the Feast of Stephen (December 26, the Second Day of Christmas). During the journey, his page is about to give up the struggle against the cold weather, but is enabled to continue by following the king's footprints, step for step, through the deep snow. The legend is based on the life of the Saint Wenceslaus I, Duke of Bohemia (907–935), who was not a king in his lifetime but had that status conferred on him after his death. In 1853, English hymnwriter John Mason Neale wrote the lyrics in collaboration with his music editor Thomas Helmore to fit the melody of the 13th century spring carol "Tempus adest floridum" ("Eastertime Is Come"), which they had found in the 1582 Finnish song collection Piae Cantiones. The carol first appeared in Carols for Christmas Tide, published by Novello & Co the same year.
Tempus adest floridum (көктемгі гүл)
Бұл ән "Tempus adest floridum" ("Гүлденген көктем келді") әнінен алынған, 13 ғасырдағы көктемгі ән, 76 76 еселенген трохай метрімен жазылған, алғаш рет 1582 жылы фин ән кітабы Piae Cantiones-де жарияланған. Piae Cantiones – Турку кафедралық мектебінің протестант директоры Якобус Финно жинақтаған және жас католик баспагер Теодорик Петри басып шығарған қырық төрт әнден тұратын жинақ. Бұл кітап еуропалық әндердің бірегей құжаты болып табылады, ол ғана емес, мектептерде де қолдануға арналған, осылайша жинақ орта ғасырдың соңғы кезеңінің бірегей жазбасына айналады. 1582 жылғы "Piae" нұсқасымен мазмұны шамалас мәтін неміс қолжазбалар жинағында Carmina Burana CB 142 ретінде де кездеседі, онда ол көбірек сезімталдыққа толы; CB 142-де дін қызметкерлері мен таза қыздар далада "Венера ойынын" (махаббат құдайы) ойнайды, ал Piae нұсқасында олар Иемізді жан-жүректен мадақтайды. Бұл әуен Джозеф С. Куктың (1859–1933) "Mary Gently Laid Her Child" Рождестволық әнұраны үшін де қолданылған; GIA Publications басылымындағы "Worship" әнұраны тек Куктың әнұраны үшін "Tempus Adest Floridum" әнін пайдаланады.
The tune is that of "Tempus adest floridum" ("Eastertime has come"), a 13th century spring carol in 76 76 Doubled Trochaic metre, first published in the Finnish song book Piae Cantiones in 1582. Piae Cantiones is a collection of seventy four songs compiled by Jacobus Finno, the Protestant headmaster of Turku Cathedral School, and published by Theodoric Petri, a young Catholic printer. The book is a unique document of European songs intended not only for use in church, but also schools, thus making the collection a unique record of the late medieval period. A text beginning substantially the same as the 1582 "Piae" version is also found in the German manuscript collection Carmina Burana as CB 142, where it is substantially more carnal; CB 142 has clerics and virgins playing the "game of Venus" (goddess of love) in the meadows, while in the Piae version they are praising the Lord from the bottom of their hearts. The tune has also been used for the Christmas hymn Mary Gently Laid Her Child, by Joseph S. Cook (1859–1933); GIA Publications's hymnal Worship uses "Tempus Adest Floridum" only for Cook's hymn.
Мәтіндік салыстыру
Нейлдің "Жақсы патша Вацлав" (1853) Жақсы патша Вацлав Стефан мейрамында сыртқа қарады, қар төңіректе терең, мөлдір және тегіс жатқанда; сол түні ай жарқырап тұрды, бірақ аяз қатал еді, кедей адам көзге түскенде, қысқы отын жинап жатқанда.
Neale's "Good King Wenceslas" (1853) Good King Wenceslas looked out, on the Feast of Stephen,When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even;Brightly shone the moon that night, tho' the frost was cruel,When a poor man came in sight, gath'ring winter fuel. Tempus adest floridum, surgunt namque floresVernales in omnibus, imitantur moresHoc quod frigus laeserat, reparant caloresCernimus hoc fieri, per multos labores. Spring has now unwrapped the flowers, the day is fast reviving,Life in all her growing powers towards the light is striving:Gone the iron touch of cold, winter time and frost time,Seedlings, working through the mould, now make up for lost time. Tempus adest floridum, surgunt namque floresvernales mox; in omnibus immutantur mores. Hoc, quod frigus laeserat, reparant calores;Cernimus hoc fieri per multos colores. Now comes the time of flowers, and the blossoms appear;now in all things comes the transformation of Spring. What the cold harmed, the warmth repairs,as we see by all these colours. "Hither, page, and stand by me, if thou know'st it, telling,Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling? ""Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain;Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes' fountain." Sunt prata plena floribus, iucunda aspectuUbi iuvat cernere, herbas cum delectuGramina et plantae hyeme quiescuntVernali in tempore virent et accrescunt. Herb and plant that, winter long, slumbered at their leisure,Now bestirring, green and strong, find in growth their pleasure;All the world with beauty fills, gold the green enhancing,Flowers make glee among the hills, set the meadows dancing Stant prata plena floribus, in quibus nos ludamus!Virgines cum clericis simul procedamus,Per amorem Veneris ludum faciamus,ceteris virginibus ut hoc referamus! The fields in which we play are full of flowers. Maidens and clerics, let us go out together,let us play for the love of Venus,that we may teach the other maidens. "Bring me flesh, and bring me wine, bring me pine logs hither:Thou and I shall see him dine, when we bear them thither. "Page and monarch, forth they went, forth they went together;Through the rude wind's wild lament and the bitter weather. Haec vobis pulchre monstrant Deum creatoremQuem quoque nos credimus omnium factoremO tempus ergo hilare, quo laetari libetRenovato nam mundo, nos novari decet. Through each wonder of fair days God Himself expresses;Beauty follows all His ways, as the world He blesses:So, as He renews the earth, Artist without rival,In His grace of glad new birth we must seek revival. "O dilecta domina, cur sic alienaris?An nescis, o carissima, quod sic adamaris?Si tu esses Helena, vellem esse Paris!Tamen potest fieri noster amor talis." "O my chosen one, why dost thou shun me?Dost thou not know, dearest, how much thou art loved?If thou wert Helen, I would be Paris. So great is our love that it can be so." "Sire, the night is darker now, and the wind blows stronger;Fails my heart, I know not how; I can go no longer. ""Mark my footsteps, good my page; Tread thou in them boldly:Thou shalt find the winter's rage Freeze thy blood less coldly." Terra ornatur floribus et multo decoreNos honestis moribus et vero amoreGaudeamus igitur tempore iucundoLaudemusque Dominum pectoris ex fundo. Earth puts on her dress of glee; flowers and grasses hide her;We go forth in charity—brothers all beside her;For, as man this glory sees in th'awakening season,Reason learns the heart's decrees, hearts are led by reason In his master's steps he trod, where the snow lay dinted;Heat was in the very sod which the saint had printed. Therefore, Christian men, be sure, wealth or rank possessing,Ye who now will bless the poor, shall yourselves find blessing.
Tempus adest floridum, surgunt namque flores Vernales in omnibus, imitantur mores Hoc quod frigus laeserat, reparant calores Cernimus hoc fieri, per multos labores.
Neale's "Good King Wenceslas" (1853) Good King Wenceslas looked out, on the Feast of Stephen,When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even;Brightly shone the moon that night, tho' the frost was cruel,When a poor man came in sight, gath'ring winter fuel. Tempus adest floridum, surgunt namque floresVernales in omnibus, imitantur moresHoc quod frigus laeserat, reparant caloresCernimus hoc fieri, per multos labores. Spring has now unwrapped the flowers, the day is fast reviving,Life in all her growing powers towards the light is striving:Gone the iron touch of cold, winter time and frost time,Seedlings, working through the mould, now make up for lost time. Tempus adest floridum, surgunt namque floresvernales mox; in omnibus immutantur mores. Hoc, quod frigus laeserat, reparant calores;Cernimus hoc fieri per multos colores. Now comes the time of flowers, and the blossoms appear;now in all things comes the transformation of Spring. What the cold harmed, the warmth repairs,as we see by all these colours. "Hither, page, and stand by me, if thou know'st it, telling,Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling? ""Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain;Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes' fountain." Sunt prata plena floribus, iucunda aspectuUbi iuvat cernere, herbas cum delectuGramina et plantae hyeme quiescuntVernali in tempore virent et accrescunt. Herb and plant that, winter long, slumbered at their leisure,Now bestirring, green and strong, find in growth their pleasure;All the world with beauty fills, gold the green enhancing,Flowers make glee among the hills, set the meadows dancing Stant prata plena floribus, in quibus nos ludamus!Virgines cum clericis simul procedamus,Per amorem Veneris ludum faciamus,ceteris virginibus ut hoc referamus! The fields in which we play are full of flowers. Maidens and clerics, let us go out together,let us play for the love of Venus,that we may teach the other maidens. "Bring me flesh, and bring me wine, bring me pine logs hither:Thou and I shall see him dine, when we bear them thither. "Page and monarch, forth they went, forth they went together;Through the rude wind's wild lament and the bitter weather. Haec vobis pulchre monstrant Deum creatoremQuem quoque nos credimus omnium factoremO tempus ergo hilare, quo laetari libetRenovato nam mundo, nos novari decet. Through each wonder of fair days God Himself expresses;Beauty follows all His ways, as the world He blesses:So, as He renews the earth, Artist without rival,In His grace of glad new birth we must seek revival. "O dilecta domina, cur sic alienaris?An nescis, o carissima, quod sic adamaris?Si tu esses Helena, vellem esse Paris!Tamen potest fieri noster amor talis." "O my chosen one, why dost thou shun me?Dost thou not know, dearest, how much thou art loved?If thou wert Helen, I would be Paris. So great is our love that it can be so." "Sire, the night is darker now, and the wind blows stronger;Fails my heart, I know not how; I can go no longer. ""Mark my footsteps, good my page; Tread thou in them boldly:Thou shalt find the winter's rage Freeze thy blood less coldly." Terra ornatur floribus et multo decoreNos honestis moribus et vero amoreGaudeamus igitur tempore iucundoLaudemusque Dominum pectoris ex fundo. Earth puts on her dress of glee; flowers and grasses hide her;We go forth in charity—brothers all beside her;For, as man this glory sees in th'awakening season,Reason learns the heart's decrees, hearts are led by reason In his master's steps he trod, where the snow lay dinted;Heat was in the very sod which the saint had printed. Therefore, Christian men, be sure, wealth or rank possessing,Ye who now will bless the poor, shall yourselves find blessing.
Tempus adest floridum, surgunt namque flores vernales mox; in omnibus immutantur mores. Бұл қысқы суықтан зардап шеккен нәрсені жылу қалпына келтіреді, оны түрлі-түсті гүлдерден көруге болады.
Neale's "Good King Wenceslas" (1853) Good King Wenceslas looked out, on the Feast of Stephen,When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even;Brightly shone the moon that night, tho' the frost was cruel,When a poor man came in sight, gath'ring winter fuel. Tempus adest floridum, surgunt namque floresVernales in omnibus, imitantur moresHoc quod frigus laeserat, reparant caloresCernimus hoc fieri, per multos labores. Spring has now unwrapped the flowers, the day is fast reviving,Life in all her growing powers towards the light is striving:Gone the iron touch of cold, winter time and frost time,Seedlings, working through the mould, now make up for lost time. Tempus adest floridum, surgunt namque floresvernales mox; in omnibus immutantur mores. Hoc, quod frigus laeserat, reparant calores;Cernimus hoc fieri per multos colores. Now comes the time of flowers, and the blossoms appear;now in all things comes the transformation of Spring. What the cold harmed, the warmth repairs,as we see by all these colours. "Hither, page, and stand by me, if thou know'st it, telling,Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling? ""Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain;Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes' fountain." Sunt prata plena floribus, iucunda aspectuUbi iuvat cernere, herbas cum delectuGramina et plantae hyeme quiescuntVernali in tempore virent et accrescunt. Herb and plant that, winter long, slumbered at their leisure,Now bestirring, green and strong, find in growth their pleasure;All the world with beauty fills, gold the green enhancing,Flowers make glee among the hills, set the meadows dancing Stant prata plena floribus, in quibus nos ludamus!Virgines cum clericis simul procedamus,Per amorem Veneris ludum faciamus,ceteris virginibus ut hoc referamus! The fields in which we play are full of flowers. Maidens and clerics, let us go out together,let us play for the love of Venus,that we may teach the other maidens. "Bring me flesh, and bring me wine, bring me pine logs hither:Thou and I shall see him dine, when we bear them thither. "Page and monarch, forth they went, forth they went together;Through the rude wind's wild lament and the bitter weather. Haec vobis pulchre monstrant Deum creatoremQuem quoque nos credimus omnium factoremO tempus ergo hilare, quo laetari libetRenovato nam mundo, nos novari decet. Through each wonder of fair days God Himself expresses;Beauty follows all His ways, as the world He blesses:So, as He renews the earth, Artist without rival,In His grace of glad new birth we must seek revival. "O dilecta domina, cur sic alienaris?An nescis, o carissima, quod sic adamaris?Si tu esses Helena, vellem esse Paris!Tamen potest fieri noster amor talis." "O my chosen one, why dost thou shun me?Dost thou not know, dearest, how much thou art loved?If thou wert Helen, I would be Paris. So great is our love that it can be so." "Sire, the night is darker now, and the wind blows stronger;Fails my heart, I know not how; I can go no longer. ""Mark my footsteps, good my page; Tread thou in them boldly:Thou shalt find the winter's rage Freeze thy blood less coldly." Terra ornatur floribus et multo decoreNos honestis moribus et vero amoreGaudeamus igitur tempore iucundoLaudemusque Dominum pectoris ex fundo. Earth puts on her dress of glee; flowers and grasses hide her;We go forth in charity—brothers all beside her;For, as man this glory sees in th'awakening season,Reason learns the heart's decrees, hearts are led by reason In his master's steps he trod, where the snow lay dinted;Heat was in the very sod which the saint had printed. Therefore, Christian men, be sure, wealth or rank possessing,Ye who now will bless the poor, shall yourselves find blessing.
Енді гүлдер гүлдеп, көктемнің жаңартылуы басталады, барлық нәрседе көктемнің өзгеруі байқалады. Суық зиян келтірсе, жылу оны қалпына келтіреді, бұл түрлі түстерден көрінеді.
Neale's "Good King Wenceslas" (1853) Good King Wenceslas looked out, on the Feast of Stephen,When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even;Brightly shone the moon that night, tho' the frost was cruel,When a poor man came in sight, gath'ring winter fuel. Tempus adest floridum, surgunt namque floresVernales in omnibus, imitantur moresHoc quod frigus laeserat, reparant caloresCernimus hoc fieri, per multos labores. Spring has now unwrapped the flowers, the day is fast reviving,Life in all her growing powers towards the light is striving:Gone the iron touch of cold, winter time and frost time,Seedlings, working through the mould, now make up for lost time. Tempus adest floridum, surgunt namque floresvernales mox; in omnibus immutantur mores. Hoc, quod frigus laeserat, reparant calores;Cernimus hoc fieri per multos colores. Now comes the time of flowers, and the blossoms appear;now in all things comes the transformation of Spring. What the cold harmed, the warmth repairs,as we see by all these colours. "Hither, page, and stand by me, if thou know'st it, telling,Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling? ""Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain;Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes' fountain." Sunt prata plena floribus, iucunda aspectuUbi iuvat cernere, herbas cum delectuGramina et plantae hyeme quiescuntVernali in tempore virent et accrescunt. Herb and plant that, winter long, slumbered at their leisure,Now bestirring, green and strong, find in growth their pleasure;All the world with beauty fills, gold the green enhancing,Flowers make glee among the hills, set the meadows dancing Stant prata plena floribus, in quibus nos ludamus!Virgines cum clericis simul procedamus,Per amorem Veneris ludum faciamus,ceteris virginibus ut hoc referamus! The fields in which we play are full of flowers. Maidens and clerics, let us go out together,let us play for the love of Venus,that we may teach the other maidens. "Bring me flesh, and bring me wine, bring me pine logs hither:Thou and I shall see him dine, when we bear them thither. "Page and monarch, forth they went, forth they went together;Through the rude wind's wild lament and the bitter weather. Haec vobis pulchre monstrant Deum creatoremQuem quoque nos credimus omnium factoremO tempus ergo hilare, quo laetari libetRenovato nam mundo, nos novari decet. Through each wonder of fair days God Himself expresses;Beauty follows all His ways, as the world He blesses:So, as He renews the earth, Artist without rival,In His grace of glad new birth we must seek revival. "O dilecta domina, cur sic alienaris?An nescis, o carissima, quod sic adamaris?Si tu esses Helena, vellem esse Paris!Tamen potest fieri noster amor talis." "O my chosen one, why dost thou shun me?Dost thou not know, dearest, how much thou art loved?If thou wert Helen, I would be Paris. So great is our love that it can be so." "Sire, the night is darker now, and the wind blows stronger;Fails my heart, I know not how; I can go no longer. ""Mark my footsteps, good my page; Tread thou in them boldly:Thou shalt find the winter's rage Freeze thy blood less coldly." Terra ornatur floribus et multo decoreNos honestis moribus et vero amoreGaudeamus igitur tempore iucundoLaudemusque Dominum pectoris ex fundo. Earth puts on her dress of glee; flowers and grasses hide her;We go forth in charity—brothers all beside her;For, as man this glory sees in th'awakening season,Reason learns the heart's decrees, hearts are led by reason In his master's steps he trod, where the snow lay dinted;Heat was in the very sod which the saint had printed. Therefore, Christian men, be sure, wealth or rank possessing,Ye who now will bless the poor, shall yourselves find blessing.
"Егер білсең, маған айт, бет, сол жақтағы шаруа кім? Оның үйі қайда және қандай?"
Neale's "Good King Wenceslas" (1853) Good King Wenceslas looked out, on the Feast of Stephen,When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even;Brightly shone the moon that night, tho' the frost was cruel,When a poor man came in sight, gath'ring winter fuel. Tempus adest floridum, surgunt namque floresVernales in omnibus, imitantur moresHoc quod frigus laeserat, reparant caloresCernimus hoc fieri, per multos labores. Spring has now unwrapped the flowers, the day is fast reviving,Life in all her growing powers towards the light is striving:Gone the iron touch of cold, winter time and frost time,Seedlings, working through the mould, now make up for lost time. Tempus adest floridum, surgunt namque floresvernales mox; in omnibus immutantur mores. Hoc, quod frigus laeserat, reparant calores;Cernimus hoc fieri per multos colores. Now comes the time of flowers, and the blossoms appear;now in all things comes the transformation of Spring. What the cold harmed, the warmth repairs,as we see by all these colours. "Hither, page, and stand by me, if thou know'st it, telling,Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling? ""Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain;Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes' fountain." Sunt prata plena floribus, iucunda aspectuUbi iuvat cernere, herbas cum delectuGramina et plantae hyeme quiescuntVernali in tempore virent et accrescunt. Herb and plant that, winter long, slumbered at their leisure,Now bestirring, green and strong, find in growth their pleasure;All the world with beauty fills, gold the green enhancing,Flowers make glee among the hills, set the meadows dancing Stant prata plena floribus, in quibus nos ludamus!Virgines cum clericis simul procedamus,Per amorem Veneris ludum faciamus,ceteris virginibus ut hoc referamus! The fields in which we play are full of flowers. Maidens and clerics, let us go out together,let us play for the love of Venus,that we may teach the other maidens. "Bring me flesh, and bring me wine, bring me pine logs hither:Thou and I shall see him dine, when we bear them thither. "Page and monarch, forth they went, forth they went together;Through the rude wind's wild lament and the bitter weather. Haec vobis pulchre monstrant Deum creatoremQuem quoque nos credimus omnium factoremO tempus ergo hilare, quo laetari libetRenovato nam mundo, nos novari decet. Through each wonder of fair days God Himself expresses;Beauty follows all His ways, as the world He blesses:So, as He renews the earth, Artist without rival,In His grace of glad new birth we must seek revival. "O dilecta domina, cur sic alienaris?An nescis, o carissima, quod sic adamaris?Si tu esses Helena, vellem esse Paris!Tamen potest fieri noster amor talis." "O my chosen one, why dost thou shun me?Dost thou not know, dearest, how much thou art loved?If thou wert Helen, I would be Paris. So great is our love that it can be so." "Sire, the night is darker now, and the wind blows stronger;Fails my heart, I know not how; I can go no longer. ""Mark my footsteps, good my page; Tread thou in them boldly:Thou shalt find the winter's rage Freeze thy blood less coldly." Terra ornatur floribus et multo decoreNos honestis moribus et vero amoreGaudeamus igitur tempore iucundoLaudemusque Dominum pectoris ex fundo. Earth puts on her dress of glee; flowers and grasses hide her;We go forth in charity—brothers all beside her;For, as man this glory sees in th'awakening season,Reason learns the heart's decrees, hearts are led by reason In his master's steps he trod, where the snow lay dinted;Heat was in the very sod which the saint had printed. Therefore, Christian men, be sure, wealth or rank possessing,Ye who now will bless the poor, shall yourselves find blessing.
"Мырза, ол осыдан шамамен бір лига қашықтықта, таудың етегінде тұрады; орман қоршауының қарсы жағында, Әйгердің бұлағының жанында."
Neale's "Good King Wenceslas" (1853) Good King Wenceslas looked out, on the Feast of Stephen,When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even;Brightly shone the moon that night, tho' the frost was cruel,When a poor man came in sight, gath'ring winter fuel. Tempus adest floridum, surgunt namque floresVernales in omnibus, imitantur moresHoc quod frigus laeserat, reparant caloresCernimus hoc fieri, per multos labores. Spring has now unwrapped the flowers, the day is fast reviving,Life in all her growing powers towards the light is striving:Gone the iron touch of cold, winter time and frost time,Seedlings, working through the mould, now make up for lost time. Tempus adest floridum, surgunt namque floresvernales mox; in omnibus immutantur mores. Hoc, quod frigus laeserat, reparant calores;Cernimus hoc fieri per multos colores. Now comes the time of flowers, and the blossoms appear;now in all things comes the transformation of Spring. What the cold harmed, the warmth repairs,as we see by all these colours. "Hither, page, and stand by me, if thou know'st it, telling,Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling? ""Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain;Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes' fountain." Sunt prata plena floribus, iucunda aspectuUbi iuvat cernere, herbas cum delectuGramina et plantae hyeme quiescuntVernali in tempore virent et accrescunt. Herb and plant that, winter long, slumbered at their leisure,Now bestirring, green and strong, find in growth their pleasure;All the world with beauty fills, gold the green enhancing,Flowers make glee among the hills, set the meadows dancing Stant prata plena floribus, in quibus nos ludamus!Virgines cum clericis simul procedamus,Per amorem Veneris ludum faciamus,ceteris virginibus ut hoc referamus! The fields in which we play are full of flowers. Maidens and clerics, let us go out together,let us play for the love of Venus,that we may teach the other maidens. "Bring me flesh, and bring me wine, bring me pine logs hither:Thou and I shall see him dine, when we bear them thither. "Page and monarch, forth they went, forth they went together;Through the rude wind's wild lament and the bitter weather. Haec vobis pulchre monstrant Deum creatoremQuem quoque nos credimus omnium factoremO tempus ergo hilare, quo laetari libetRenovato nam mundo, nos novari decet. Through each wonder of fair days God Himself expresses;Beauty follows all His ways, as the world He blesses:So, as He renews the earth, Artist without rival,In His grace of glad new birth we must seek revival. "O dilecta domina, cur sic alienaris?An nescis, o carissima, quod sic adamaris?Si tu esses Helena, vellem esse Paris!Tamen potest fieri noster amor talis." "O my chosen one, why dost thou shun me?Dost thou not know, dearest, how much thou art loved?If thou wert Helen, I would be Paris. So great is our love that it can be so." "Sire, the night is darker now, and the wind blows stronger;Fails my heart, I know not how; I can go no longer. ""Mark my footsteps, good my page; Tread thou in them boldly:Thou shalt find the winter's rage Freeze thy blood less coldly." Terra ornatur floribus et multo decoreNos honestis moribus et vero amoreGaudeamus igitur tempore iucundoLaudemusque Dominum pectoris ex fundo. Earth puts on her dress of glee; flowers and grasses hide her;We go forth in charity—brothers all beside her;For, as man this glory sees in th'awakening season,Reason learns the heart's decrees, hearts are led by reason In his master's steps he trod, where the snow lay dinted;Heat was in the very sod which the saint had printed. Therefore, Christian men, be sure, wealth or rank possessing,Ye who now will bless the poor, shall yourselves find blessing.
Шөптер гүлдерге толы, көздің қуанышына лайық, түрлі шөптер мен өсімдіктерді көруге ләззат аласың. Қыс бойы тыныштанған шөптер мен өсімдіктер енді көктеп, күшті өсіп, өсуден ләззат алады; барлық әлем сұлулыққа толы, алтын жасыл түсті күшейтеді, гүлдер төбелерде қуаныш сыйлайды, далаларды биге шақырады.
Neale's "Good King Wenceslas" (1853) Good King Wenceslas looked out, on the Feast of Stephen,When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even;Brightly shone the moon that night, tho' the frost was cruel,When a poor man came in sight, gath'ring winter fuel. Tempus adest floridum, surgunt namque floresVernales in omnibus, imitantur moresHoc quod frigus laeserat, reparant caloresCernimus hoc fieri, per multos labores. Spring has now unwrapped the flowers, the day is fast reviving,Life in all her growing powers towards the light is striving:Gone the iron touch of cold, winter time and frost time,Seedlings, working through the mould, now make up for lost time. Tempus adest floridum, surgunt namque floresvernales mox; in omnibus immutantur mores. Hoc, quod frigus laeserat, reparant calores;Cernimus hoc fieri per multos colores. Now comes the time of flowers, and the blossoms appear;now in all things comes the transformation of Spring. What the cold harmed, the warmth repairs,as we see by all these colours. "Hither, page, and stand by me, if thou know'st it, telling,Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling? ""Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain;Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes' fountain." Sunt prata plena floribus, iucunda aspectuUbi iuvat cernere, herbas cum delectuGramina et plantae hyeme quiescuntVernali in tempore virent et accrescunt. Herb and plant that, winter long, slumbered at their leisure,Now bestirring, green and strong, find in growth their pleasure;All the world with beauty fills, gold the green enhancing,Flowers make glee among the hills, set the meadows dancing Stant prata plena floribus, in quibus nos ludamus!Virgines cum clericis simul procedamus,Per amorem Veneris ludum faciamus,ceteris virginibus ut hoc referamus! The fields in which we play are full of flowers. Maidens and clerics, let us go out together,let us play for the love of Venus,that we may teach the other maidens. "Bring me flesh, and bring me wine, bring me pine logs hither:Thou and I shall see him dine, when we bear them thither. "Page and monarch, forth they went, forth they went together;Through the rude wind's wild lament and the bitter weather. Haec vobis pulchre monstrant Deum creatoremQuem quoque nos credimus omnium factoremO tempus ergo hilare, quo laetari libetRenovato nam mundo, nos novari decet. Through each wonder of fair days God Himself expresses;Beauty follows all His ways, as the world He blesses:So, as He renews the earth, Artist without rival,In His grace of glad new birth we must seek revival. "O dilecta domina, cur sic alienaris?An nescis, o carissima, quod sic adamaris?Si tu esses Helena, vellem esse Paris!Tamen potest fieri noster amor talis." "O my chosen one, why dost thou shun me?Dost thou not know, dearest, how much thou art loved?If thou wert Helen, I would be Paris. So great is our love that it can be so." "Sire, the night is darker now, and the wind blows stronger;Fails my heart, I know not how; I can go no longer. ""Mark my footsteps, good my page; Tread thou in them boldly:Thou shalt find the winter's rage Freeze thy blood less coldly." Terra ornatur floribus et multo decoreNos honestis moribus et vero amoreGaudeamus igitur tempore iucundoLaudemusque Dominum pectoris ex fundo. Earth puts on her dress of glee; flowers and grasses hide her;We go forth in charity—brothers all beside her;For, as man this glory sees in th'awakening season,Reason learns the heart's decrees, hearts are led by reason In his master's steps he trod, where the snow lay dinted;Heat was in the very sod which the saint had printed. Therefore, Christian men, be sure, wealth or rank possessing,Ye who now will bless the poor, shall yourselves find blessing.
Stant prata plena floribus, in quibus nos ludamus! Virgines cum clericis simul procedamus, Per amorem Veneris ludum faciamus, ceteris virginibus ut hoc referamus!
Neale's "Good King Wenceslas" (1853) Good King Wenceslas looked out, on the Feast of Stephen,When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even;Brightly shone the moon that night, tho' the frost was cruel,When a poor man came in sight, gath'ring winter fuel. Tempus adest floridum, surgunt namque floresVernales in omnibus, imitantur moresHoc quod frigus laeserat, reparant caloresCernimus hoc fieri, per multos labores. Spring has now unwrapped the flowers, the day is fast reviving,Life in all her growing powers towards the light is striving:Gone the iron touch of cold, winter time and frost time,Seedlings, working through the mould, now make up for lost time. Tempus adest floridum, surgunt namque floresvernales mox; in omnibus immutantur mores. Hoc, quod frigus laeserat, reparant calores;Cernimus hoc fieri per multos colores. Now comes the time of flowers, and the blossoms appear;now in all things comes the transformation of Spring. What the cold harmed, the warmth repairs,as we see by all these colours. "Hither, page, and stand by me, if thou know'st it, telling,Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling? ""Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain;Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes' fountain." Sunt prata plena floribus, iucunda aspectuUbi iuvat cernere, herbas cum delectuGramina et plantae hyeme quiescuntVernali in tempore virent et accrescunt. Herb and plant that, winter long, slumbered at their leisure,Now bestirring, green and strong, find in growth their pleasure;All the world with beauty fills, gold the green enhancing,Flowers make glee among the hills, set the meadows dancing Stant prata plena floribus, in quibus nos ludamus!Virgines cum clericis simul procedamus,Per amorem Veneris ludum faciamus,ceteris virginibus ut hoc referamus! The fields in which we play are full of flowers. Maidens and clerics, let us go out together,let us play for the love of Venus,that we may teach the other maidens. "Bring me flesh, and bring me wine, bring me pine logs hither:Thou and I shall see him dine, when we bear them thither. "Page and monarch, forth they went, forth they went together;Through the rude wind's wild lament and the bitter weather. Haec vobis pulchre monstrant Deum creatoremQuem quoque nos credimus omnium factoremO tempus ergo hilare, quo laetari libetRenovato nam mundo, nos novari decet. Through each wonder of fair days God Himself expresses;Beauty follows all His ways, as the world He blesses:So, as He renews the earth, Artist without rival,In His grace of glad new birth we must seek revival. "O dilecta domina, cur sic alienaris?An nescis, o carissima, quod sic adamaris?Si tu esses Helena, vellem esse Paris!Tamen potest fieri noster amor talis." "O my chosen one, why dost thou shun me?Dost thou not know, dearest, how much thou art loved?If thou wert Helen, I would be Paris. So great is our love that it can be so." "Sire, the night is darker now, and the wind blows stronger;Fails my heart, I know not how; I can go no longer. ""Mark my footsteps, good my page; Tread thou in them boldly:Thou shalt find the winter's rage Freeze thy blood less coldly." Terra ornatur floribus et multo decoreNos honestis moribus et vero amoreGaudeamus igitur tempore iucundoLaudemusque Dominum pectoris ex fundo. Earth puts on her dress of glee; flowers and grasses hide her;We go forth in charity—brothers all beside her;For, as man this glory sees in th'awakening season,Reason learns the heart's decrees, hearts are led by reason In his master's steps he trod, where the snow lay dinted;Heat was in the very sod which the saint had printed. Therefore, Christian men, be sure, wealth or rank possessing,Ye who now will bless the poor, shall yourselves find blessing.
Гүлдерге толы далаларда ойнайық! Қыздар мен дін қызметкерлері бірге шығып, Венераның құрметіне ойнайық, басқа қыздарға да осы қуанышты жеткізейік.
Neale's "Good King Wenceslas" (1853) Good King Wenceslas looked out, on the Feast of Stephen,When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even;Brightly shone the moon that night, tho' the frost was cruel,When a poor man came in sight, gath'ring winter fuel. Tempus adest floridum, surgunt namque floresVernales in omnibus, imitantur moresHoc quod frigus laeserat, reparant caloresCernimus hoc fieri, per multos labores. Spring has now unwrapped the flowers, the day is fast reviving,Life in all her growing powers towards the light is striving:Gone the iron touch of cold, winter time and frost time,Seedlings, working through the mould, now make up for lost time. Tempus adest floridum, surgunt namque floresvernales mox; in omnibus immutantur mores. Hoc, quod frigus laeserat, reparant calores;Cernimus hoc fieri per multos colores. Now comes the time of flowers, and the blossoms appear;now in all things comes the transformation of Spring. What the cold harmed, the warmth repairs,as we see by all these colours. "Hither, page, and stand by me, if thou know'st it, telling,Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling? ""Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain;Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes' fountain." Sunt prata plena floribus, iucunda aspectuUbi iuvat cernere, herbas cum delectuGramina et plantae hyeme quiescuntVernali in tempore virent et accrescunt. Herb and plant that, winter long, slumbered at their leisure,Now bestirring, green and strong, find in growth their pleasure;All the world with beauty fills, gold the green enhancing,Flowers make glee among the hills, set the meadows dancing Stant prata plena floribus, in quibus nos ludamus!Virgines cum clericis simul procedamus,Per amorem Veneris ludum faciamus,ceteris virginibus ut hoc referamus! The fields in which we play are full of flowers. Maidens and clerics, let us go out together,let us play for the love of Venus,that we may teach the other maidens. "Bring me flesh, and bring me wine, bring me pine logs hither:Thou and I shall see him dine, when we bear them thither. "Page and monarch, forth they went, forth they went together;Through the rude wind's wild lament and the bitter weather. Haec vobis pulchre monstrant Deum creatoremQuem quoque nos credimus omnium factoremO tempus ergo hilare, quo laetari libetRenovato nam mundo, nos novari decet. Through each wonder of fair days God Himself expresses;Beauty follows all His ways, as the world He blesses:So, as He renews the earth, Artist without rival,In His grace of glad new birth we must seek revival. "O dilecta domina, cur sic alienaris?An nescis, o carissima, quod sic adamaris?Si tu esses Helena, vellem esse Paris!Tamen potest fieri noster amor talis." "O my chosen one, why dost thou shun me?Dost thou not know, dearest, how much thou art loved?If thou wert Helen, I would be Paris. So great is our love that it can be so." "Sire, the night is darker now, and the wind blows stronger;Fails my heart, I know not how; I can go no longer. ""Mark my footsteps, good my page; Tread thou in them boldly:Thou shalt find the winter's rage Freeze thy blood less coldly." Terra ornatur floribus et multo decoreNos honestis moribus et vero amoreGaudeamus igitur tempore iucundoLaudemusque Dominum pectoris ex fundo. Earth puts on her dress of glee; flowers and grasses hide her;We go forth in charity—brothers all beside her;For, as man this glory sees in th'awakening season,Reason learns the heart's decrees, hearts are led by reason In his master's steps he trod, where the snow lay dinted;Heat was in the very sod which the saint had printed. Therefore, Christian men, be sure, wealth or rank possessing,Ye who now will bless the poor, shall yourselves find blessing.
"Маған ет, шарап және қарағай бұталарын әкел, сен де, мен де оны сол жерге апарғанда тамақтанатынымызды көреміз."
Neale's "Good King Wenceslas" (1853) Good King Wenceslas looked out, on the Feast of Stephen,When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even;Brightly shone the moon that night, tho' the frost was cruel,When a poor man came in sight, gath'ring winter fuel. Tempus adest floridum, surgunt namque floresVernales in omnibus, imitantur moresHoc quod frigus laeserat, reparant caloresCernimus hoc fieri, per multos labores. Spring has now unwrapped the flowers, the day is fast reviving,Life in all her growing powers towards the light is striving:Gone the iron touch of cold, winter time and frost time,Seedlings, working through the mould, now make up for lost time. Tempus adest floridum, surgunt namque floresvernales mox; in omnibus immutantur mores. Hoc, quod frigus laeserat, reparant calores;Cernimus hoc fieri per multos colores. Now comes the time of flowers, and the blossoms appear;now in all things comes the transformation of Spring. What the cold harmed, the warmth repairs,as we see by all these colours. "Hither, page, and stand by me, if thou know'st it, telling,Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling? ""Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain;Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes' fountain." Sunt prata plena floribus, iucunda aspectuUbi iuvat cernere, herbas cum delectuGramina et plantae hyeme quiescuntVernali in tempore virent et accrescunt. Herb and plant that, winter long, slumbered at their leisure,Now bestirring, green and strong, find in growth their pleasure;All the world with beauty fills, gold the green enhancing,Flowers make glee among the hills, set the meadows dancing Stant prata plena floribus, in quibus nos ludamus!Virgines cum clericis simul procedamus,Per amorem Veneris ludum faciamus,ceteris virginibus ut hoc referamus! The fields in which we play are full of flowers. Maidens and clerics, let us go out together,let us play for the love of Venus,that we may teach the other maidens. "Bring me flesh, and bring me wine, bring me pine logs hither:Thou and I shall see him dine, when we bear them thither. "Page and monarch, forth they went, forth they went together;Through the rude wind's wild lament and the bitter weather. Haec vobis pulchre monstrant Deum creatoremQuem quoque nos credimus omnium factoremO tempus ergo hilare, quo laetari libetRenovato nam mundo, nos novari decet. Through each wonder of fair days God Himself expresses;Beauty follows all His ways, as the world He blesses:So, as He renews the earth, Artist without rival,In His grace of glad new birth we must seek revival. "O dilecta domina, cur sic alienaris?An nescis, o carissima, quod sic adamaris?Si tu esses Helena, vellem esse Paris!Tamen potest fieri noster amor talis." "O my chosen one, why dost thou shun me?Dost thou not know, dearest, how much thou art loved?If thou wert Helen, I would be Paris. So great is our love that it can be so." "Sire, the night is darker now, and the wind blows stronger;Fails my heart, I know not how; I can go no longer. ""Mark my footsteps, good my page; Tread thou in them boldly:Thou shalt find the winter's rage Freeze thy blood less coldly." Terra ornatur floribus et multo decoreNos honestis moribus et vero amoreGaudeamus igitur tempore iucundoLaudemusque Dominum pectoris ex fundo. Earth puts on her dress of glee; flowers and grasses hide her;We go forth in charity—brothers all beside her;For, as man this glory sees in th'awakening season,Reason learns the heart's decrees, hearts are led by reason In his master's steps he trod, where the snow lay dinted;Heat was in the very sod which the saint had printed. Therefore, Christian men, be sure, wealth or rank possessing,Ye who now will bless the poor, shall yourselves find blessing.
Бет және патша бірге аттанды, бірге жолға шықты, қатыгез желдің азапты үні мен қатал ауа-райы арқылы.
Neale's "Good King Wenceslas" (1853) Good King Wenceslas looked out, on the Feast of Stephen,When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even;Brightly shone the moon that night, tho' the frost was cruel,When a poor man came in sight, gath'ring winter fuel. Tempus adest floridum, surgunt namque floresVernales in omnibus, imitantur moresHoc quod frigus laeserat, reparant caloresCernimus hoc fieri, per multos labores. Spring has now unwrapped the flowers, the day is fast reviving,Life in all her growing powers towards the light is striving:Gone the iron touch of cold, winter time and frost time,Seedlings, working through the mould, now make up for lost time. Tempus adest floridum, surgunt namque floresvernales mox; in omnibus immutantur mores. Hoc, quod frigus laeserat, reparant calores;Cernimus hoc fieri per multos colores. Now comes the time of flowers, and the blossoms appear;now in all things comes the transformation of Spring. What the cold harmed, the warmth repairs,as we see by all these colours. "Hither, page, and stand by me, if thou know'st it, telling,Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling? ""Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain;Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes' fountain." Sunt prata plena floribus, iucunda aspectuUbi iuvat cernere, herbas cum delectuGramina et plantae hyeme quiescuntVernali in tempore virent et accrescunt. Herb and plant that, winter long, slumbered at their leisure,Now bestirring, green and strong, find in growth their pleasure;All the world with beauty fills, gold the green enhancing,Flowers make glee among the hills, set the meadows dancing Stant prata plena floribus, in quibus nos ludamus!Virgines cum clericis simul procedamus,Per amorem Veneris ludum faciamus,ceteris virginibus ut hoc referamus! The fields in which we play are full of flowers. Maidens and clerics, let us go out together,let us play for the love of Venus,that we may teach the other maidens. "Bring me flesh, and bring me wine, bring me pine logs hither:Thou and I shall see him dine, when we bear them thither. "Page and monarch, forth they went, forth they went together;Through the rude wind's wild lament and the bitter weather. Haec vobis pulchre monstrant Deum creatoremQuem quoque nos credimus omnium factoremO tempus ergo hilare, quo laetari libetRenovato nam mundo, nos novari decet. Through each wonder of fair days God Himself expresses;Beauty follows all His ways, as the world He blesses:So, as He renews the earth, Artist without rival,In His grace of glad new birth we must seek revival. "O dilecta domina, cur sic alienaris?An nescis, o carissima, quod sic adamaris?Si tu esses Helena, vellem esse Paris!Tamen potest fieri noster amor talis." "O my chosen one, why dost thou shun me?Dost thou not know, dearest, how much thou art loved?If thou wert Helen, I would be Paris. So great is our love that it can be so." "Sire, the night is darker now, and the wind blows stronger;Fails my heart, I know not how; I can go no longer. ""Mark my footsteps, good my page; Tread thou in them boldly:Thou shalt find the winter's rage Freeze thy blood less coldly." Terra ornatur floribus et multo decoreNos honestis moribus et vero amoreGaudeamus igitur tempore iucundoLaudemusque Dominum pectoris ex fundo. Earth puts on her dress of glee; flowers and grasses hide her;We go forth in charity—brothers all beside her;For, as man this glory sees in th'awakening season,Reason learns the heart's decrees, hearts are led by reason In his master's steps he trod, where the snow lay dinted;Heat was in the very sod which the saint had printed. Therefore, Christian men, be sure, wealth or rank possessing,Ye who now will bless the poor, shall yourselves find blessing.
Haec vobis pulchre monstrant Deum creatorem Quem quoque nos credimus omnium factorem O tempus ergo hilare, quo laetari libet Renovato nam mundo, nos novari decet.
Neale's "Good King Wenceslas" (1853) Good King Wenceslas looked out, on the Feast of Stephen,When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even;Brightly shone the moon that night, tho' the frost was cruel,When a poor man came in sight, gath'ring winter fuel. Tempus adest floridum, surgunt namque floresVernales in omnibus, imitantur moresHoc quod frigus laeserat, reparant caloresCernimus hoc fieri, per multos labores. Spring has now unwrapped the flowers, the day is fast reviving,Life in all her growing powers towards the light is striving:Gone the iron touch of cold, winter time and frost time,Seedlings, working through the mould, now make up for lost time. Tempus adest floridum, surgunt namque floresvernales mox; in omnibus immutantur mores. Hoc, quod frigus laeserat, reparant calores;Cernimus hoc fieri per multos colores. Now comes the time of flowers, and the blossoms appear;now in all things comes the transformation of Spring. What the cold harmed, the warmth repairs,as we see by all these colours. "Hither, page, and stand by me, if thou know'st it, telling,Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling? ""Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain;Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes' fountain." Sunt prata plena floribus, iucunda aspectuUbi iuvat cernere, herbas cum delectuGramina et plantae hyeme quiescuntVernali in tempore virent et accrescunt. Herb and plant that, winter long, slumbered at their leisure,Now bestirring, green and strong, find in growth their pleasure;All the world with beauty fills, gold the green enhancing,Flowers make glee among the hills, set the meadows dancing Stant prata plena floribus, in quibus nos ludamus!Virgines cum clericis simul procedamus,Per amorem Veneris ludum faciamus,ceteris virginibus ut hoc referamus! The fields in which we play are full of flowers. Maidens and clerics, let us go out together,let us play for the love of Venus,that we may teach the other maidens. "Bring me flesh, and bring me wine, bring me pine logs hither:Thou and I shall see him dine, when we bear them thither. "Page and monarch, forth they went, forth they went together;Through the rude wind's wild lament and the bitter weather. Haec vobis pulchre monstrant Deum creatoremQuem quoque nos credimus omnium factoremO tempus ergo hilare, quo laetari libetRenovato nam mundo, nos novari decet. Through each wonder of fair days God Himself expresses;Beauty follows all His ways, as the world He blesses:So, as He renews the earth, Artist without rival,In His grace of glad new birth we must seek revival. "O dilecta domina, cur sic alienaris?An nescis, o carissima, quod sic adamaris?Si tu esses Helena, vellem esse Paris!Tamen potest fieri noster amor talis." "O my chosen one, why dost thou shun me?Dost thou not know, dearest, how much thou art loved?If thou wert Helen, I would be Paris. So great is our love that it can be so." "Sire, the night is darker now, and the wind blows stronger;Fails my heart, I know not how; I can go no longer. ""Mark my footsteps, good my page; Tread thou in them boldly:Thou shalt find the winter's rage Freeze thy blood less coldly." Terra ornatur floribus et multo decoreNos honestis moribus et vero amoreGaudeamus igitur tempore iucundoLaudemusque Dominum pectoris ex fundo. Earth puts on her dress of glee; flowers and grasses hide her;We go forth in charity—brothers all beside her;For, as man this glory sees in th'awakening season,Reason learns the heart's decrees, hearts are led by reason In his master's steps he trod, where the snow lay dinted;Heat was in the very sod which the saint had printed. Therefore, Christian men, be sure, wealth or rank possessing,Ye who now will bless the poor, shall yourselves find blessing.
Бұл әлемді жаңартқан Құдайды көрсетеді, Оны барлық нәрсенің жаратушысы деп сенеміз. Сондықтан, қуанышпен қарсы алайық, жаңартқан әлемде біз де жаңаруға тиіспіз.
Neale's "Good King Wenceslas" (1853) Good King Wenceslas looked out, on the Feast of Stephen,When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even;Brightly shone the moon that night, tho' the frost was cruel,When a poor man came in sight, gath'ring winter fuel. Tempus adest floridum, surgunt namque floresVernales in omnibus, imitantur moresHoc quod frigus laeserat, reparant caloresCernimus hoc fieri, per multos labores. Spring has now unwrapped the flowers, the day is fast reviving,Life in all her growing powers towards the light is striving:Gone the iron touch of cold, winter time and frost time,Seedlings, working through the mould, now make up for lost time. Tempus adest floridum, surgunt namque floresvernales mox; in omnibus immutantur mores. Hoc, quod frigus laeserat, reparant calores;Cernimus hoc fieri per multos colores. Now comes the time of flowers, and the blossoms appear;now in all things comes the transformation of Spring. What the cold harmed, the warmth repairs,as we see by all these colours. "Hither, page, and stand by me, if thou know'st it, telling,Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling? ""Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain;Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes' fountain." Sunt prata plena floribus, iucunda aspectuUbi iuvat cernere, herbas cum delectuGramina et plantae hyeme quiescuntVernali in tempore virent et accrescunt. Herb and plant that, winter long, slumbered at their leisure,Now bestirring, green and strong, find in growth their pleasure;All the world with beauty fills, gold the green enhancing,Flowers make glee among the hills, set the meadows dancing Stant prata plena floribus, in quibus nos ludamus!Virgines cum clericis simul procedamus,Per amorem Veneris ludum faciamus,ceteris virginibus ut hoc referamus! The fields in which we play are full of flowers. Maidens and clerics, let us go out together,let us play for the love of Venus,that we may teach the other maidens. "Bring me flesh, and bring me wine, bring me pine logs hither:Thou and I shall see him dine, when we bear them thither. "Page and monarch, forth they went, forth they went together;Through the rude wind's wild lament and the bitter weather. Haec vobis pulchre monstrant Deum creatoremQuem quoque nos credimus omnium factoremO tempus ergo hilare, quo laetari libetRenovato nam mundo, nos novari decet. Through each wonder of fair days God Himself expresses;Beauty follows all His ways, as the world He blesses:So, as He renews the earth, Artist without rival,In His grace of glad new birth we must seek revival. "O dilecta domina, cur sic alienaris?An nescis, o carissima, quod sic adamaris?Si tu esses Helena, vellem esse Paris!Tamen potest fieri noster amor talis." "O my chosen one, why dost thou shun me?Dost thou not know, dearest, how much thou art loved?If thou wert Helen, I would be Paris. So great is our love that it can be so." "Sire, the night is darker now, and the wind blows stronger;Fails my heart, I know not how; I can go no longer. ""Mark my footsteps, good my page; Tread thou in them boldly:Thou shalt find the winter's rage Freeze thy blood less coldly." Terra ornatur floribus et multo decoreNos honestis moribus et vero amoreGaudeamus igitur tempore iucundoLaudemusque Dominum pectoris ex fundo. Earth puts on her dress of glee; flowers and grasses hide her;We go forth in charity—brothers all beside her;For, as man this glory sees in th'awakening season,Reason learns the heart's decrees, hearts are led by reason In his master's steps he trod, where the snow lay dinted;Heat was in the very sod which the saint had printed. Therefore, Christian men, be sure, wealth or rank possessing,Ye who now will bless the poor, shall yourselves find blessing.
Әрбір таңғажайып күнде Құдай Өзін көрсетеді; әдемілік Оның барлық жолдарынан туындайды, өйткені Ол әлемді жарылқайды; Ол жерді жаңартады, теңдесі жоқ суретші, Оның қуанышты жаңа туының рақымында біз қайта тірілуді іздеуіміз керек.
Neale's "Good King Wenceslas" (1853) Good King Wenceslas looked out, on the Feast of Stephen,When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even;Brightly shone the moon that night, tho' the frost was cruel,When a poor man came in sight, gath'ring winter fuel. Tempus adest floridum, surgunt namque floresVernales in omnibus, imitantur moresHoc quod frigus laeserat, reparant caloresCernimus hoc fieri, per multos labores. Spring has now unwrapped the flowers, the day is fast reviving,Life in all her growing powers towards the light is striving:Gone the iron touch of cold, winter time and frost time,Seedlings, working through the mould, now make up for lost time. Tempus adest floridum, surgunt namque floresvernales mox; in omnibus immutantur mores. Hoc, quod frigus laeserat, reparant calores;Cernimus hoc fieri per multos colores. Now comes the time of flowers, and the blossoms appear;now in all things comes the transformation of Spring. What the cold harmed, the warmth repairs,as we see by all these colours. "Hither, page, and stand by me, if thou know'st it, telling,Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling? ""Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain;Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes' fountain." Sunt prata plena floribus, iucunda aspectuUbi iuvat cernere, herbas cum delectuGramina et plantae hyeme quiescuntVernali in tempore virent et accrescunt. Herb and plant that, winter long, slumbered at their leisure,Now bestirring, green and strong, find in growth their pleasure;All the world with beauty fills, gold the green enhancing,Flowers make glee among the hills, set the meadows dancing Stant prata plena floribus, in quibus nos ludamus!Virgines cum clericis simul procedamus,Per amorem Veneris ludum faciamus,ceteris virginibus ut hoc referamus! The fields in which we play are full of flowers. Maidens and clerics, let us go out together,let us play for the love of Venus,that we may teach the other maidens. "Bring me flesh, and bring me wine, bring me pine logs hither:Thou and I shall see him dine, when we bear them thither. "Page and monarch, forth they went, forth they went together;Through the rude wind's wild lament and the bitter weather. Haec vobis pulchre monstrant Deum creatoremQuem quoque nos credimus omnium factoremO tempus ergo hilare, quo laetari libetRenovato nam mundo, nos novari decet. Through each wonder of fair days God Himself expresses;Beauty follows all His ways, as the world He blesses:So, as He renews the earth, Artist without rival,In His grace of glad new birth we must seek revival. "O dilecta domina, cur sic alienaris?An nescis, o carissima, quod sic adamaris?Si tu esses Helena, vellem esse Paris!Tamen potest fieri noster amor talis." "O my chosen one, why dost thou shun me?Dost thou not know, dearest, how much thou art loved?If thou wert Helen, I would be Paris. So great is our love that it can be so." "Sire, the night is darker now, and the wind blows stronger;Fails my heart, I know not how; I can go no longer. ""Mark my footsteps, good my page; Tread thou in them boldly:Thou shalt find the winter's rage Freeze thy blood less coldly." Terra ornatur floribus et multo decoreNos honestis moribus et vero amoreGaudeamus igitur tempore iucundoLaudemusque Dominum pectoris ex fundo. Earth puts on her dress of glee; flowers and grasses hide her;We go forth in charity—brothers all beside her;For, as man this glory sees in th'awakening season,Reason learns the heart's decrees, hearts are led by reason In his master's steps he trod, where the snow lay dinted;Heat was in the very sod which the saint had printed. Therefore, Christian men, be sure, wealth or rank possessing,Ye who now will bless the poor, shall yourselves find blessing.
"Ой, сүйікті ханым, неге мені қашықтатасың? Менің қаншалықты жақсы көретініңді білмейсің бе, жаным?"
Neale's "Good King Wenceslas" (1853) Good King Wenceslas looked out, on the Feast of Stephen,When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even;Brightly shone the moon that night, tho' the frost was cruel,When a poor man came in sight, gath'ring winter fuel. Tempus adest floridum, surgunt namque floresVernales in omnibus, imitantur moresHoc quod frigus laeserat, reparant caloresCernimus hoc fieri, per multos labores. Spring has now unwrapped the flowers, the day is fast reviving,Life in all her growing powers towards the light is striving:Gone the iron touch of cold, winter time and frost time,Seedlings, working through the mould, now make up for lost time. Tempus adest floridum, surgunt namque floresvernales mox; in omnibus immutantur mores. Hoc, quod frigus laeserat, reparant calores;Cernimus hoc fieri per multos colores. Now comes the time of flowers, and the blossoms appear;now in all things comes the transformation of Spring. What the cold harmed, the warmth repairs,as we see by all these colours. "Hither, page, and stand by me, if thou know'st it, telling,Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling? ""Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain;Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes' fountain." Sunt prata plena floribus, iucunda aspectuUbi iuvat cernere, herbas cum delectuGramina et plantae hyeme quiescuntVernali in tempore virent et accrescunt. Herb and plant that, winter long, slumbered at their leisure,Now bestirring, green and strong, find in growth their pleasure;All the world with beauty fills, gold the green enhancing,Flowers make glee among the hills, set the meadows dancing Stant prata plena floribus, in quibus nos ludamus!Virgines cum clericis simul procedamus,Per amorem Veneris ludum faciamus,ceteris virginibus ut hoc referamus! The fields in which we play are full of flowers. Maidens and clerics, let us go out together,let us play for the love of Venus,that we may teach the other maidens. "Bring me flesh, and bring me wine, bring me pine logs hither:Thou and I shall see him dine, when we bear them thither. "Page and monarch, forth they went, forth they went together;Through the rude wind's wild lament and the bitter weather. Haec vobis pulchre monstrant Deum creatoremQuem quoque nos credimus omnium factoremO tempus ergo hilare, quo laetari libetRenovato nam mundo, nos novari decet. Through each wonder of fair days God Himself expresses;Beauty follows all His ways, as the world He blesses:So, as He renews the earth, Artist without rival,In His grace of glad new birth we must seek revival. "O dilecta domina, cur sic alienaris?An nescis, o carissima, quod sic adamaris?Si tu esses Helena, vellem esse Paris!Tamen potest fieri noster amor talis." "O my chosen one, why dost thou shun me?Dost thou not know, dearest, how much thou art loved?If thou wert Helen, I would be Paris. So great is our love that it can be so." "Sire, the night is darker now, and the wind blows stronger;Fails my heart, I know not how; I can go no longer. ""Mark my footsteps, good my page; Tread thou in them boldly:Thou shalt find the winter's rage Freeze thy blood less coldly." Terra ornatur floribus et multo decoreNos honestis moribus et vero amoreGaudeamus igitur tempore iucundoLaudemusque Dominum pectoris ex fundo. Earth puts on her dress of glee; flowers and grasses hide her;We go forth in charity—brothers all beside her;For, as man this glory sees in th'awakening season,Reason learns the heart's decrees, hearts are led by reason In his master's steps he trod, where the snow lay dinted;Heat was in the very sod which the saint had printed. Therefore, Christian men, be sure, wealth or rank possessing,Ye who now will bless the poor, shall yourselves find blessing.
"Егер сен Елена болсаң, мен Париж болар едім! Біздің сүйіспеншілігіміз соншалық, осылай болуы мүмкін."
Neale's "Good King Wenceslas" (1853) Good King Wenceslas looked out, on the Feast of Stephen,When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even;Brightly shone the moon that night, tho' the frost was cruel,When a poor man came in sight, gath'ring winter fuel. Tempus adest floridum, surgunt namque floresVernales in omnibus, imitantur moresHoc quod frigus laeserat, reparant caloresCernimus hoc fieri, per multos labores. Spring has now unwrapped the flowers, the day is fast reviving,Life in all her growing powers towards the light is striving:Gone the iron touch of cold, winter time and frost time,Seedlings, working through the mould, now make up for lost time. Tempus adest floridum, surgunt namque floresvernales mox; in omnibus immutantur mores. Hoc, quod frigus laeserat, reparant calores;Cernimus hoc fieri per multos colores. Now comes the time of flowers, and the blossoms appear;now in all things comes the transformation of Spring. What the cold harmed, the warmth repairs,as we see by all these colours. "Hither, page, and stand by me, if thou know'st it, telling,Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling? ""Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain;Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes' fountain." Sunt prata plena floribus, iucunda aspectuUbi iuvat cernere, herbas cum delectuGramina et plantae hyeme quiescuntVernali in tempore virent et accrescunt. Herb and plant that, winter long, slumbered at their leisure,Now bestirring, green and strong, find in growth their pleasure;All the world with beauty fills, gold the green enhancing,Flowers make glee among the hills, set the meadows dancing Stant prata plena floribus, in quibus nos ludamus!Virgines cum clericis simul procedamus,Per amorem Veneris ludum faciamus,ceteris virginibus ut hoc referamus! The fields in which we play are full of flowers. Maidens and clerics, let us go out together,let us play for the love of Venus,that we may teach the other maidens. "Bring me flesh, and bring me wine, bring me pine logs hither:Thou and I shall see him dine, when we bear them thither. "Page and monarch, forth they went, forth they went together;Through the rude wind's wild lament and the bitter weather. Haec vobis pulchre monstrant Deum creatoremQuem quoque nos credimus omnium factoremO tempus ergo hilare, quo laetari libetRenovato nam mundo, nos novari decet. Through each wonder of fair days God Himself expresses;Beauty follows all His ways, as the world He blesses:So, as He renews the earth, Artist without rival,In His grace of glad new birth we must seek revival. "O dilecta domina, cur sic alienaris?An nescis, o carissima, quod sic adamaris?Si tu esses Helena, vellem esse Paris!Tamen potest fieri noster amor talis." "O my chosen one, why dost thou shun me?Dost thou not know, dearest, how much thou art loved?If thou wert Helen, I would be Paris. So great is our love that it can be so." "Sire, the night is darker now, and the wind blows stronger;Fails my heart, I know not how; I can go no longer. ""Mark my footsteps, good my page; Tread thou in them boldly:Thou shalt find the winter's rage Freeze thy blood less coldly." Terra ornatur floribus et multo decoreNos honestis moribus et vero amoreGaudeamus igitur tempore iucundoLaudemusque Dominum pectoris ex fundo. Earth puts on her dress of glee; flowers and grasses hide her;We go forth in charity—brothers all beside her;For, as man this glory sees in th'awakening season,Reason learns the heart's decrees, hearts are led by reason In his master's steps he trod, where the snow lay dinted;Heat was in the very sod which the saint had printed. Therefore, Christian men, be sure, wealth or rank possessing,Ye who now will bless the poor, shall yourselves find blessing.
"Мырза, енді түн қараңғырақ, жел де қатты соғып тұр, жүрегім ауырып, енді жолға шыға алмаймын."
Neale's "Good King Wenceslas" (1853) Good King Wenceslas looked out, on the Feast of Stephen,When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even;Brightly shone the moon that night, tho' the frost was cruel,When a poor man came in sight, gath'ring winter fuel. Tempus adest floridum, surgunt namque floresVernales in omnibus, imitantur moresHoc quod frigus laeserat, reparant caloresCernimus hoc fieri, per multos labores. Spring has now unwrapped the flowers, the day is fast reviving,Life in all her growing powers towards the light is striving:Gone the iron touch of cold, winter time and frost time,Seedlings, working through the mould, now make up for lost time. Tempus adest floridum, surgunt namque floresvernales mox; in omnibus immutantur mores. Hoc, quod frigus laeserat, reparant calores;Cernimus hoc fieri per multos colores. Now comes the time of flowers, and the blossoms appear;now in all things comes the transformation of Spring. What the cold harmed, the warmth repairs,as we see by all these colours. "Hither, page, and stand by me, if thou know'st it, telling,Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling? ""Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain;Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes' fountain." Sunt prata plena floribus, iucunda aspectuUbi iuvat cernere, herbas cum delectuGramina et plantae hyeme quiescuntVernali in tempore virent et accrescunt. Herb and plant that, winter long, slumbered at their leisure,Now bestirring, green and strong, find in growth their pleasure;All the world with beauty fills, gold the green enhancing,Flowers make glee among the hills, set the meadows dancing Stant prata plena floribus, in quibus nos ludamus!Virgines cum clericis simul procedamus,Per amorem Veneris ludum faciamus,ceteris virginibus ut hoc referamus! The fields in which we play are full of flowers. Maidens and clerics, let us go out together,let us play for the love of Venus,that we may teach the other maidens. "Bring me flesh, and bring me wine, bring me pine logs hither:Thou and I shall see him dine, when we bear them thither. "Page and monarch, forth they went, forth they went together;Through the rude wind's wild lament and the bitter weather. Haec vobis pulchre monstrant Deum creatoremQuem quoque nos credimus omnium factoremO tempus ergo hilare, quo laetari libetRenovato nam mundo, nos novari decet. Through each wonder of fair days God Himself expresses;Beauty follows all His ways, as the world He blesses:So, as He renews the earth, Artist without rival,In His grace of glad new birth we must seek revival. "O dilecta domina, cur sic alienaris?An nescis, o carissima, quod sic adamaris?Si tu esses Helena, vellem esse Paris!Tamen potest fieri noster amor talis." "O my chosen one, why dost thou shun me?Dost thou not know, dearest, how much thou art loved?If thou wert Helen, I would be Paris. So great is our love that it can be so." "Sire, the night is darker now, and the wind blows stronger;Fails my heart, I know not how; I can go no longer. ""Mark my footsteps, good my page; Tread thou in them boldly:Thou shalt find the winter's rage Freeze thy blood less coldly." Terra ornatur floribus et multo decoreNos honestis moribus et vero amoreGaudeamus igitur tempore iucundoLaudemusque Dominum pectoris ex fundo. Earth puts on her dress of glee; flowers and grasses hide her;We go forth in charity—brothers all beside her;For, as man this glory sees in th'awakening season,Reason learns the heart's decrees, hearts are led by reason In his master's steps he trod, where the snow lay dinted;Heat was in the very sod which the saint had printed. Therefore, Christian men, be sure, wealth or rank possessing,Ye who now will bless the poor, shall yourselves find blessing.
"Менің бетім, менің қадамдарымды байқа, оларды батыл басып өтің: қысқы аяздан қан тамырларың азаяды."
Neale's "Good King Wenceslas" (1853) Good King Wenceslas looked out, on the Feast of Stephen,When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even;Brightly shone the moon that night, tho' the frost was cruel,When a poor man came in sight, gath'ring winter fuel. Tempus adest floridum, surgunt namque floresVernales in omnibus, imitantur moresHoc quod frigus laeserat, reparant caloresCernimus hoc fieri, per multos labores. Spring has now unwrapped the flowers, the day is fast reviving,Life in all her growing powers towards the light is striving:Gone the iron touch of cold, winter time and frost time,Seedlings, working through the mould, now make up for lost time. Tempus adest floridum, surgunt namque floresvernales mox; in omnibus immutantur mores. Hoc, quod frigus laeserat, reparant calores;Cernimus hoc fieri per multos colores. Now comes the time of flowers, and the blossoms appear;now in all things comes the transformation of Spring. What the cold harmed, the warmth repairs,as we see by all these colours. "Hither, page, and stand by me, if thou know'st it, telling,Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling? ""Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain;Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes' fountain." Sunt prata plena floribus, iucunda aspectuUbi iuvat cernere, herbas cum delectuGramina et plantae hyeme quiescuntVernali in tempore virent et accrescunt. Herb and plant that, winter long, slumbered at their leisure,Now bestirring, green and strong, find in growth their pleasure;All the world with beauty fills, gold the green enhancing,Flowers make glee among the hills, set the meadows dancing Stant prata plena floribus, in quibus nos ludamus!Virgines cum clericis simul procedamus,Per amorem Veneris ludum faciamus,ceteris virginibus ut hoc referamus! The fields in which we play are full of flowers. Maidens and clerics, let us go out together,let us play for the love of Venus,that we may teach the other maidens. "Bring me flesh, and bring me wine, bring me pine logs hither:Thou and I shall see him dine, when we bear them thither. "Page and monarch, forth they went, forth they went together;Through the rude wind's wild lament and the bitter weather. Haec vobis pulchre monstrant Deum creatoremQuem quoque nos credimus omnium factoremO tempus ergo hilare, quo laetari libetRenovato nam mundo, nos novari decet. Through each wonder of fair days God Himself expresses;Beauty follows all His ways, as the world He blesses:So, as He renews the earth, Artist without rival,In His grace of glad new birth we must seek revival. "O dilecta domina, cur sic alienaris?An nescis, o carissima, quod sic adamaris?Si tu esses Helena, vellem esse Paris!Tamen potest fieri noster amor talis." "O my chosen one, why dost thou shun me?Dost thou not know, dearest, how much thou art loved?If thou wert Helen, I would be Paris. So great is our love that it can be so." "Sire, the night is darker now, and the wind blows stronger;Fails my heart, I know not how; I can go no longer. ""Mark my footsteps, good my page; Tread thou in them boldly:Thou shalt find the winter's rage Freeze thy blood less coldly." Terra ornatur floribus et multo decoreNos honestis moribus et vero amoreGaudeamus igitur tempore iucundoLaudemusque Dominum pectoris ex fundo. Earth puts on her dress of glee; flowers and grasses hide her;We go forth in charity—brothers all beside her;For, as man this glory sees in th'awakening season,Reason learns the heart's decrees, hearts are led by reason In his master's steps he trod, where the snow lay dinted;Heat was in the very sod which the saint had printed. Therefore, Christian men, be sure, wealth or rank possessing,Ye who now will bless the poor, shall yourselves find blessing.
Жер гүлдермен және әсемдікпен безенді, адал мінез-құлық пен шынайы махаббатпен біз қуанышпен қарсы алайық, және жүрегіміздің түбінен Тәңірге мадақ айтайық. Адам осы даңқты көктемде көреді, ақыл жүректің қалауларын үйренеді, ал жүректер ақылға бас иеді. Ол қожайынының қадамдарымен жүрді, қардың ізі қалған жерде, қасиеттінің басып өткен жерінде жылу сезілді. Сондықтан, христиандар, байлыққа немесе мәртебеге ие болсаңыздар, кедейлерге көмектесетіндеріңіз өзіңізге де игілік табады.
Neale's "Good King Wenceslas" (1853) Good King Wenceslas looked out, on the Feast of Stephen,When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even;Brightly shone the moon that night, tho' the frost was cruel,When a poor man came in sight, gath'ring winter fuel. Tempus adest floridum, surgunt namque floresVernales in omnibus, imitantur moresHoc quod frigus laeserat, reparant caloresCernimus hoc fieri, per multos labores. Spring has now unwrapped the flowers, the day is fast reviving,Life in all her growing powers towards the light is striving:Gone the iron touch of cold, winter time and frost time,Seedlings, working through the mould, now make up for lost time. Tempus adest floridum, surgunt namque floresvernales mox; in omnibus immutantur mores. Hoc, quod frigus laeserat, reparant calores;Cernimus hoc fieri per multos colores. Now comes the time of flowers, and the blossoms appear;now in all things comes the transformation of Spring. What the cold harmed, the warmth repairs,as we see by all these colours. "Hither, page, and stand by me, if thou know'st it, telling,Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling? ""Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain;Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes' fountain." Sunt prata plena floribus, iucunda aspectuUbi iuvat cernere, herbas cum delectuGramina et plantae hyeme quiescuntVernali in tempore virent et accrescunt. Herb and plant that, winter long, slumbered at their leisure,Now bestirring, green and strong, find in growth their pleasure;All the world with beauty fills, gold the green enhancing,Flowers make glee among the hills, set the meadows dancing Stant prata plena floribus, in quibus nos ludamus!Virgines cum clericis simul procedamus,Per amorem Veneris ludum faciamus,ceteris virginibus ut hoc referamus! The fields in which we play are full of flowers. Maidens and clerics, let us go out together,let us play for the love of Venus,that we may teach the other maidens. "Bring me flesh, and bring me wine, bring me pine logs hither:Thou and I shall see him dine, when we bear them thither. "Page and monarch, forth they went, forth they went together;Through the rude wind's wild lament and the bitter weather. Haec vobis pulchre monstrant Deum creatoremQuem quoque nos credimus omnium factoremO tempus ergo hilare, quo laetari libetRenovato nam mundo, nos novari decet. Through each wonder of fair days God Himself expresses;Beauty follows all His ways, as the world He blesses:So, as He renews the earth, Artist without rival,In His grace of glad new birth we must seek revival. "O dilecta domina, cur sic alienaris?An nescis, o carissima, quod sic adamaris?Si tu esses Helena, vellem esse Paris!Tamen potest fieri noster amor talis." "O my chosen one, why dost thou shun me?Dost thou not know, dearest, how much thou art loved?If thou wert Helen, I would be Paris. So great is our love that it can be so." "Sire, the night is darker now, and the wind blows stronger;Fails my heart, I know not how; I can go no longer. ""Mark my footsteps, good my page; Tread thou in them boldly:Thou shalt find the winter's rage Freeze thy blood less coldly." Terra ornatur floribus et multo decoreNos honestis moribus et vero amoreGaudeamus igitur tempore iucundoLaudemusque Dominum pectoris ex fundo. Earth puts on her dress of glee; flowers and grasses hide her;We go forth in charity—brothers all beside her;For, as man this glory sees in th'awakening season,Reason learns the heart's decrees, hearts are led by reason In his master's steps he trod, where the snow lay dinted;Heat was in the very sod which the saint had printed. Therefore, Christian men, be sure, wealth or rank possessing,Ye who now will bless the poor, shall yourselves find blessing.
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Уильям Ллойд Вебер «Жақсы патша Венцеславты» өзінің сөзсіз әндерінің бірі ретінде қосты. Бинг Кросби алғаш рет 1949 жылғы «Christmas Greetings» альбомында, кейін Элла Фицджеральдпен бірге осы әнді орындады. The Beatles-тың 1963 жылғы «Christmas Record» дискісінде осы әннің бірнеше нұсқасы болды. 1984 жылы Mannheim Steamroller өзінің алғашқы Рождестволық альбомы үшін электронды синтезаторда әннің жаңа үлгісін жазды. R.E.M. 1989 жылғы Рождестволық әні үшін әннің нұсқасын жазды. Әннің мелодиясын Trans-Siberian Orchestra 2004 жылғы «The Lost Christmas Eve» CD-сінен «Christmas Jazz» трекінде қайта өңдеді. Оны 2006 жылы ағылшын фолк-дуэті Blackmore's Night «Winter Carols» альбомында орындады. Канадалық кельт әншісі Лорена Маккеннитт осы әнді 1995 жылғы «A Winter Garden: Five Songs for the Season» EP-інде жариялады және 2008 жылғы «A Midwinter Night's Dream» альбомында қайта жариялады. 2013 жылы The Piano Guys «A Family Christmas» атты Рождестволық студиялық альбомы үшін фортепиано мен виолончельде осы әннің инструменталды нұсқасын жасады. Мел Торме 1992 жылғы «Christmas Songs» альбомында осы әнді орындады. The Count Basie Orchestra 2015 жылғы «A Very Swingin' Basie Christmas» альбомында Сэмми Нестиконың биг-бэнд аранжировкасын, «Good Swing Venceslas» деп атап, жазды. Child Bite осы әнді 2018 жылғы «Burnt Offerings» антологиясында қамтыды. Tenth Avenue North 2017 жылғы Рождестволық альбомын «Decade The Halls» әнімен ашты, оны 1920 жылдарға тән музыкамен үйлестірді. Металл-тобы Judas Priest-тың вокалисі Роб Халфорд 2019 жылғы Рождестволық альбомындағы «Celestial» әнін орындады. Ән 1990 жылы MCA Records лейблымен шыққан фолк-трио The Roches-тың алтыншы студиялық альбомы «We Three Kings (The Roches album)» жинағына енді. Ән Relient K-нің Рождестволық альбомы «Let It Snow, Baby Let It Reindeer» альбомына «Жақсы патша Венцеслав» деген атаумен кірді. Мыңжылдық хорлар мен оркестрлер «Жақсы патша Венцеславты» 2020 жылғы «Star of Wonder» альбомына қосты.
William Lloyd Webber included "Good King Wenceslas" as one of his Songs without Words. Bing Crosby first covered the song on his 1949 album Christmas Greetings, and later with Ella Fitzgerald. The Beatles' Christmas Record (1963) featured several renditions of the carol. In 1984, Mannheim Steamroller recorded an electronic synthesizer arrangement of the carol for their first Christmas album. R. E. M. recorded a version of the song for their Christmas '89 holiday single. The song's tune was re worked by the Trans Siberian Orchestra on their track "Christmas Jazz", from their 2004 CD The Lost Christmas Eve. It was covered by English folk duo Blackmore's Night on their 2006 album Winter Carols. It was covered by Canadian Celtic singer Loreena McKennitt on her 1995 EP A Winter Garden: Five Songs for the Season, and reissued on her 2008 album A Midwinter Night's Dream. In 2013, The Piano Guys made a piano cello instrumental cover of this song for A Family Christmas, their Christmas studio album. Mel Tormé covered the song on his 1992 Christmas Songs album. The Count Basie Orchestra recorded a Sammy Nestico Big Band Arrangement of the song, re named to 'Good Swing Venceslas', on their 2015 Album 'A Very Swingin' Basie Christmas'. Child Bite covered the song in their 2018 anthology Burnt Offerings. Tenth Avenue North opened their 2017 Christmas album, Decade The Halls, with the song, setting it to 1920s era music. Rob Halford, vocalist of metal band Judas Priest, covered the song on his 2019 Christmas album, Celestial. The song is included on We Three Kings (The Roches album), the sixth studio album by the folk trio The Roches, released in 1990 on MCA Records. The song is included in Relient K's Christmas Album Let It Snow, Baby Let It Reindeer under the title, "Good King Wenceslas"
Millennial Choirs and Orchestras included "Good King Wenceslas" in their 2020 album Star of Wonder.
Millennial Choirs and Orchestras included "Good King Wenceslas" in their 2020 album Star of Wonder.
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Уолт Келлидің "Пого" мультфильмі әнді "Жақсы король сорпасы" және "Жақсы король Винкельхофф" деп пароди жасады. "Сүйкімділік ғана" фильмінде премьер-министр Дэвид (Хью Грант) үш кішкентай қыздың үйінде осы колядканы орындайды, ол өзінің сүйікті адамын іздеп, есіктерді кездейсоқ қағып жүргенде, неге келгенін түсіндіреді. Британдық "Миранда" шоуында Пенни осы әнді пианинода орындайды. Шотландиялық "Бұздық" фильмінде доктор Росси әнді өзгертілген мәтінмен орындайды. "Доктор Кто" сериясының екі эпизодында осы әнге сілтеме жасалған. 1975 жылғы "Далдектердің Жаратылысы" сериясының бірінші эпизодында Доктор және оның серіктері Сара Джейн Смит пен Гарри Далектердің туған планетасы Скародағы миналардың арасында қалады. Доктор оларға бұрылып: "Менің соңымнан еріңдер және менің ізіммен қадамыңызды басыңдар" дейді. Сара Джейн Гарриге қарап: "Жақсы король Венцелас" дейді. 2007 жылғы Рождестволық "Құмарлық саяхаты" атты арнайы эпизодта, "Титаник" кемесінің ғарыштық көшірмесіндегі шетелдік туристік гид Жер тарихын түсіндіріп жатып, Ұлыбританияның қазіргі монархы Жақсы король Венцелас деп жаңылысады. "Маппеттер отбасының Рождествосы" телеспектаклінде Гонзо осы әнді орындайды. "Маппеттердің Рождестволық әні" фильмінде Бин Бэни Скруджге осы әнді орындайды. Әннің аспаптық нұсқасы фильмнің басындағы титрлер кезінде ойнатылады. 1987 жылғы "Драгнет" фильмінде Лос-Анджелес полициясының детективы Пеп Стрибек көзін жұмып, жоғары жылдамдықпен қуу кезінде осы әнді айта бастайды, өйткені оның серіктесі детектив Джо Фрайдей оған "Рождество туралы ойла" дейді. Telltale-дің оқиғаға негізделген "Жоқ болғандар: Екінші маусым" видео ойынында Сарита кейіпкері "Бөлінген үй" атты екінші эпизодта осы әнді орындайды. Сарита Сара есімді жас қызбен бірге шаңғы үйінде үлкен шыршаны безендіріп жатқанда әннің мағынасы туралы әңгімелейді. "Қожалық әлемі" кітабындағы "Шошқа ата" атты өлеңде, өлім Шошқа ата рөлінде әрекет ететін кезде, қайыршыға өзінің мейрамын қайырымдылық ретінде беруге тырысқан патшамен кездеседі, бірақ қайыршы оның бай тағамын қабылдамайды. Өлім патшаның әрекеттерін тек Хогсвач түнінде мақтануға тырысады деп айыптайды, өйткені ол бұрын да, болашақта да қайыршыға қамқорлық көрсетпеген. Патшаны сыртқа шығарғаннан кейін, Өлім қайыршыға қарапайым тағамнан кішірек, бірақ оның талғамына көбірек ұнайтын тамақ қалдырады. Бьюфорд пен Балжит "Финес пен Ферб отбасының Рождествосы" фильмінде осы әнді өзгертілген мәтінмен орындайды. "Симпсон" тобының қонақтары "Ақ Рождестволық көңілсіздік" әнімен әнді бастайды. Рождестволық колядкалардың екінші жолдарын ұнатпайтын Мардж, бұл ән оны басынан бастап қорқытатынын айтады және блендерді тыңдау үшін бөлмеден шығып кетеді. 1983 жылғы "Рождестволық оқиға" фильмінде әнді Хигби дүкенінің сыртында Құтқару Армиясы тобы орындайды. "Поляр экспресі" фильмінде ән қысқаша бір сахнада ойнатылады, онда Поляр экспресі Герполшаймер дүкенінің жанынан өтеді, және басқа бір сахнада, босқындар оны күйшіл күйшіл ойнап әндейді. Джин Вольфтың "Ормандағы шайтан" романының оқиғасы кітаптың эпиграфы ретінде берілген колядканың екінші жолына негізделген. 1987 жылы BBC радиосында шыққан Алик Роудың "Crisp and Even Brightly" пьесасы - бұл колядадағы оқиғаның комедиялық қайта баяндалуы, оның басты рөлін Тимоти Уэст Венцелас рөліне түсірді. "Уилл мен Грейс" телесериалының 6-шы маусымындағы "Рождество кеші туралы барлығы" эпизодында Карен Джек пен Уиллмен бірге Palace Hotel қонақ үйіндегі люксте ән айтады. "Үлкен жарылыс теориясы" эпизодындағы "Санта симуляциясы" эпизодында Шелдон Леонард, Говард және Стюартпен Dungeons & Dragons ойнап жатқанда әнді орындайды, осылайша оның ойын кейіпкері қауіптен аулақ бола алады. Шелдон тапсырманы орындау үшін тек бірінші жолды орындау жеткілікті болса да, бүкіл әнді орындауға талап етеді. "Тәждер ойыны" телесериалының төртінші маусымының бір бетіне Питер Динклейдж (Тайрион Ланнистер) мен Николай Костер Валдау (Хейми Ланнистер) Тирионның соты кезінде таққа отырған бөлмеге кіргенде ән айтып, би билей бастайды. The Colbert Report эпизодында Колберт осы әнді Майкл Стайп пен Манди Патинкинмен бірге орындайды. "Түрме" Рождестволық арнайы эпизодында "Қашу жоқ" эпизодында Норман Стэнли Флетчер және оның тұтқындар досы Мистер Маккей оларды тыныштандырғанша ән айтады. "Бір кедей адам қыстың отын жинап жүргенін көргенде" деген сөздің орнына "Бір шотландтық адам көзге түскенде" деген сөзді енгіздік. Комедияшы Джон Финнемор өзінің Сувенирлік бағдарламасына арнап, соғыс жырына негізделген эскиз жазды. Онда кедей адам король Венцеласты қажетсіз жанармай мен ет әкелгені үшін және оның қызметшісін суық ауа райында алып келгені үшін сынға алады. "Хоганның батырлары" эпизодында, POW-дың бірнешеуі күзетшілердің назарын аудару үшін әнді үнемі және қатты жаттап алады. Фредерик Польдің "Джем" ғылыми-фантастикалық романының ирониялық соңында, алыс планетадағы адамдар колониясы Рождествоны тойлау үшін киімдерін шешіп, жабайы оргияға түсіп, планетаның құлдары ән айтып, "Жақсы король Венцелас" әнін орындайды, оның христиандық мағынасы ұмытылған. Әнді британдық балалар теледидарының "Қорқынышты тарихтар" бағдарламасы пароди жасады. Осы нұсқада колядка орындаушылары король туралы тарихи жағынан дәлірек бейнелеуге тырысады, оның өлтірілуі туралы бір жол қосады. Әнді Питер Шикеле (P. D. Q. Bach) "Жақсы король Конг" деп пароди жасады, бірақ әннің мелодиясы тез арада түпнұсқадан өзгеше болады.
Walt Kelly's Pogo cartoon strip spoofs the song as "Good King Sauerkraut" and "Good King Winkelhoff". In the film Love Actually, Prime Minister David (Hugh Grant) sings the carol at the home of three small girls to explain his presence there while he is knocking on doors randomly searching for his love interest. In the British show Miranda, Penny plays the song on the piano with altered lyrics. In the Scottish film Filth, Dr Rossi sings the song with altered lyrics. Two Doctor Who episodes have referenced the song. In the first episode of the 1975 series "Genesis of the Daleks", the Doctor and his companions Sarah Jane Smith and Harry find themselves in the middle of a minefield on the Dalek home planet Skaro. The Doctor turns to them and says, "Follow me and tread in my footsteps." Sarah Jane looks at Harry and remarks, "Good King Wenceslas." In the 2007 Christmas special entitled "Voyage of the Damned", an alien tour guide on board an alien spaceship replica of the Titanic mistakenly believes that Good King Wenceslas is the current monarch of the United Kingdom while explaining Earth's history. In the television special A Muppet Family Christmas, Gonzo sings this song. In the movie The Muppet Christmas Carol, Bean Bunny sings this song to Scrooge. An instrumental rendition of the song is also played during the opening credits. In the 1987 film Dragnet, LAPD Detective Pep Streebeck closes his eyes and starts singing this song during a high speed chase when told to "think about Christmas" by his partner, Detective Joe Friday. In Telltale's story driven videogame The Walking Dead: Season Two the character Sarita sings the carol in the second episode titled "A House Divided". Sarita talks about the meaning of the song with a young girl named Sarah as they decorate a massive christmas tree in the ski lodge. In the Discworld book Hogfather, the carol is slightly 'twisted' during a scene when Death, while acting as the Hogfather, encounters a king trying to give a beggar his feast as an act of charity, even though the beggar keeps protesting that he doesn't actually want any of the king's rich food. Death criticizes the king's actions as simply wanting to be praised on Hogswatch night as he has never shown any concern for the beggar before nor will so in the future. Having forced the king out, Death leaves the beggar with a smaller meal of plainer food that is nevertheless more to the beggar's tastes. Buford and Baljeet sing this song with altered lyrics in A Phineas and Ferb Family Christmas. The song is begun by guests of The Simpsons in "White Christmas Blues". Marge, who doesn't like second verses of Christmas carols, remarks this one creeps her out from the beginning and leaves the room to listen to a blender. In the 1983 movie, A Christmas Story, the song is played by the Salvation Army Band outside of Higbee's Department Store. In The Polar Express, the song is played briefly in one scene where the Polar Express passes the Herpolsheimer's store and in another scene, where the hobo sings it while playing the hurdy gurdy. The setting of Gene Wolfe's novel The Devil in a Forest is based on the second verse of the carol, which is given as the epigraph to the book. The 1987 BBC radio play Crisp and Even Brightly, by Alick Rowe, is a comedic re telling of the story in the carol, starring Timothy West as Wenceslas, and featuring a page called Mark and other characters not found in the carol. On the Will & Grace season 6 episode "All About Christmas Eve", Karen sings the song with both Jack and Will to a bellman at her suite at the Palace Hotel. On the Big Bang Theory episode "The Santa Simulation", Sheldon sings the song while playing Dungeons & Dragons with Leonard, Howard and Stuart, so that his character in the game can avoid danger. Sheldon insists on singing the entire song, even though he only needs to sing the first verse to complete his task. In a blooper reel of the fourth season of TV series Game of Thrones, Peter Dinklage (Tyrion Lannister) and Nicolaj Coster Waldau (Jaime Lannister) start singing and dancing to the carol when entering the throne room during Tyrion's trial. In an episode of The Colbert Report, Colbert sings the song with Michael Stipe and Mandy Patinkin. In the Porridge Christmas Special, "No Way Out", Norman Stanley Fletcher and his fellow inmates sing the carol until they are hushed by Mr. Mackay. In place of "When a poor man came in sight gathering winter fuel" comes: "When a Scotsman came in sight hollerin’ ". Comedian John Finnemore wrote a sketch for his Souvenir Programme based on the carol, in which the poor man criticises King Wenceslas for bringing unnecessary fuel and flesh, and for making his page carry them in the cold weather. In an episode of Hogan's Heroes, several of the POWs loudly and repeatedly rehearse the song in order to distract the guards from the covert activities of the rest of the team. At the ironic ending of Frederik Pohl's science fiction novel Jem, human colonists on a faraway planet developed the habit of celebrating Christmas by taking off their clothes and engaging in a wild orgy, their copulations accompanied by a chorus of the planet's enslaved indigenous beings singing "Good King Wenceslas", whose Christian significance was long forgotten. The song was parodied by the British children's television programme, Horrible Histories. In this version, carol singers attempt to give a more historically accurate portrayal of the king, including a line about his murder. The song is parodied by Peter Schickele (aka P. D. Q. Bach) as Good King Kong, though the melody quickly diverges from the original.