Введение
Викторианский рождественский гимн "Добрый король Вацлав" (Roud No 24754) – это рождественская песня, повествующая о богемском короле (современная Чешская Республика), который отправляется в путь, преодолевая суровую зимнюю погоду, чтобы оказать милостыню бедному крестьянину в День святого Стефана (26 декабря, второй день Рождества). Во время путешествия его оруженосец почти теряет силы в борьбе с холодом, но продолжает путь, ступая в следах короля, шаг за шагом, по глубокому снегу. Легенда основана на жизни святого Вацлава I, герцога Богемии (907–935), который не был королем при жизни, но получил этот титул посмертно. В 1853 году английский гимнограф Джон Мейсон Нил написал текст песни в сотрудничестве со своим музыкальным редактором Томасом Хельмором, чтобы положить его на мелодию весеннего гимна XIII века "Tempus adest floridum" ("Настало время цветения"), который они обнаружили в финском сборнике песен Piae Cantiones, опубликованном в 1582 году. Впервые гимн был опубликован в сборнике "Рождественские гимны" (Carols for Christmas Tide), изданном Novello & Co в том же году.
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 (орехи цветочной породы)
Мелодия – это "Tempus adest floridum" ("Настало время цветения"), весенний кароль XIII века, написанный в размере 76 76 двойным трохаическим метром и впервые опубликованный в финском песеннике Piae Cantiones в 1582 году. Piae Cantiones – это сборник из семидесяти четырех песен, составленный Якобусом Финно, протестантским директором школы Туркуского собора, и изданный Теодориком Петри, молодым католическим печатником. Эта книга – уникальный памятник европейской песенной культуры, предназначенный не только для богослужений, но и для использования в школах, что делает этот сборник ценным источником о позднем Средневековье. Текст, существенно совпадающий с версией "Piae" 1582 года, также встречается в немецком сборнике рукописей Carmina Burana под номером CB 142, где он носит гораздо более чувственный характер; в CB 142 священники и девы предаются "игре Венеры" (богини любви) на лугах, тогда как в версии Piae они от всего сердца славят Господа. Эта мелодия также была использована для рождественского гимна "Mary Gently Laid Her Child" Джозефа С. Кука (1859–1933); в сборнике гимнов Worship издательства GIA Publications "Tempus Adest Floridum" используется исключительно для гимна Кука.
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.
Сравнение текста
"Хороший король Вацлав" (1853) Нила. Хороший король Вацлав взглянул в окно на праздник святого Стефана, когда вокруг лежал глубокий, хрустящий и ровный снег; ярко сияла луна в ту ночь, хотя мороз был суров, и тогда в поле зрения появился бедный человек, собирающий зимнее топливо.
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.
Весна раскрыла цветы, день быстро оживает,
Жизнь во всей своей растущей силе к свету стремится:
Ушла ледяная хватка холода, зимы и морозов,
Семена, пробиваясь сквозь землю, теперь наверстывают упущенное время.
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.
Hoc, quod frigus laeserat, reparant calores;
Cernimus hoc fieri per multos colores.
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.
Наступило время цветов, и распускаются бутоны;
Теперь во всем происходит преображение весны.
Что повредил холод, то тепло исцеляет,
Как мы видим по всем этим краскам.
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.
"Сюда, паж, и стой рядом со мной, если знаешь, расскажи,
Кто этот крестьянин вдалеке? Где его дом?"
"Государь, он живет в доброй лиге отсюда, под горой;
Прямо у лесного забора, у фонтана святой Агнессы."
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.
Sunt prata plena floribus, iucunda aspectu
Ubi iuvat cernere, herbas cum delectu
Gramina et plantae hyeme quiescunt
Vernali in tempore virent et accrescunt.
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.
Травы и растения, что всю зиму спокойно спали,
Теперь, пробуждаясь, зелены и сильны, находят радость в росте;
Весь мир наполняется красотой, золото подчеркивает зелень,
Цветы радуют среди холмов, заставляя луга танцевать.
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.
Поля, полные цветов, где мы играем!
Девы и клирики, пойдем вместе,
Поиграем ради любви Венеры,
Чтобы рассказать об этом другим девам.
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.
"Принеси мне мяса, принеси мне вина, принеси мне сосновых поленьев сюда:
Ты и я увидим, как он будет есть, когда принесем их туда."
Страница и монарх отправились в путь, вместе,
Сквозь дикий вой ветра и суровую погоду.
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.
Через каждое чудо прекрасных дней Бог являет Себя;
Красота следует за всеми Его путями, как Он благословляет мир:
Так, как Он обновляет землю, Художник без соперника,
В Его благодати радостного нового рождения мы должны искать возрождение.
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.
"О, избранная госпожа, почему ты отворачиваешься от меня?
Неужели ты не знаешь, возлюбленная, как сильно ты любима?
Если бы ты была Еленой, я хотел бы быть Парисом!
Так велика наша любовь, что она может быть такой."
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.
"Государь, ночь становится темнее, и ветер дует сильнее;
Сердце мое слабеет, я не знаю как; я больше не могу идти."
"Ступай по моим следам, добрый мой паж;
Ступай по ним смело: ты найдешь, что зимняя стужа заморозит твою кровь не так сильно."
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.
Terra ornatur floribus et multo decore
Nos honestis moribus et vero amore
Gaudeamus igitur tempore iucundo
Laudemusque Dominum pectoris ex fundo.
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.
Земля облачается в наряд радости; цветы и травы украшают ее;
Мы идем в милосердии – братья все рядом с ней;
Ибо, как человек видит эту славу в пробуждающемся сезоне,
Разум постигает законы сердца, а сердца ведомы разумом.
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.
По следам своего господина он шел, где снег лежал измятым;
Тепло было в самой земле, которую напечатал святой.
Поэтому, христиане, будьте уверены, обладая богатством или положением,
Те, кто сейчас благословляют бедных, сами обретут благословение.
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.
Другие версии
Уильям Ллойд Веббер включил "Хорошего короля Вацлава" в одну из своих "Песен без слов". Бинг Кросби впервые записал эту песню на своем альбоме 1949 года "Christmas Greetings", а позже – вместе с Эллой Фицджеральд. Рождественская пластинка The Beatles (1963) содержала несколько исполнений этой колядки. В 1984 году Mannheim Steamroller записали электронную синтезаторную аранжировку колядки для своего первого рождественского альбома. R.E.M. записали версию песни для своего рождественского сингла '89 года. Мелодия песни была переработана Trans Siberian Orchestra в их треке "Christmas Jazz" с их CD 2004 года "The Lost Christmas Eve". Английский фолк-дуэт Blackmore's Night записал кавер на эту песню для своего альбома 2006 года "Winter Carols". Канадская кельтская певица Лорейна Маккеннитт исполнила эту песню на своем EP 1995 года "A Winter Garden: Five Songs for the Season", который был переиздан на ее альбоме 2008 года "A Midwinter Night's Dream". В 2013 году The Piano Guys сделали инструментальную кавер-версию для фортепиано и виолончели для своего рождественского студийного альбома "A Family Christmas". Мел Торме записал кавер на эту песню для своего альбома 1992 года "Christmas Songs". Оркестр Count Basie записал биг-бэндовую аранжировку песни Sammy Nestico под названием "Good Swing Venceslas" для своего альбома 2015 года "A Very Swingin' Basie Christmas". Child Bite включили эту песню в свою антологию "Burnt Offerings" 2018 года. Tenth Avenue North открыли свой рождественский альбом 2017 года "Decade The Halls" этой песней, положив на нее музыку в стиле 1920-х годов. Роб Халфорд, вокалист метал-группы Judas Priest, записал кавер на эту песню для своего рождественского альбома 2019 года "Celestial". Песня вошла в альбом "We Three Kings" группы The Roches, шестой студийный альбом фолк-трио The Roches, выпущенный в 1990 году на лейбле MCA Records. Песня вошла в рождественский альбом Relient K "Let It Snow, Baby Let It Reindeer" под названием "Good King Wenceslas". Хор и оркестр Millennial Choirs and Orchestras включили "Good King Wenceslas" в свой альбом 2020 года "Star of Wonder".
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.
В популярной культуре
Мультфильм Уолта Келли "Пого" пародирует песню как "Добрый король Капусты" и "Добрый король Винкельхофф". В фильме "Реальная любовь" премьер-министр Дэвид (Хью Грант) поет колядку в доме трех маленьких девочек, чтобы объяснить свое присутствие там, пока он обходит дома, случайным образом ища свою возлюбленную. В британском шоу "Миранда" Пенни играет песню на пианино с измененным текстом. В шотландском фильме "Грязь" доктор Росси поет песню с измененным текстом. В двух эпизодах "Доктора Кто" упоминается эта песня. В первом эпизоде сериала 1975 года "Генезис далеков" Доктор и его спутники Сара Джейн Смит и Гарри оказываются посреди минного поля на родной планете далеков Скаро. Доктор обращается к ним и говорит: "Следуйте за мной и ступайте по моим следам". Сара Джейн смотрит на Гарри и замечает: "Добрый король Вацлав". В рождественском специальном выпуске 2007 года под названием "Путешествие обреченных" инопланетный гид на борту космического корабля, являющегося репликой "Титаника", ошибочно полагает, что добрый король Вацлав является нынешним монархом Соединенного Королевства, объясняя историю Земли. В телевизионном спецвыпуске "Рождество с Маппетами" Гонзо поет эту песню. В фильме "Рождественская песнь Маппетов" Бин Банни поет эту песню Скруджу. Инструментальная версия песни также звучит во время вступительных титров. В фильме "Драгнет" 1987 года детектив полиции Лос-Анджелеса Пеп Стрибек закрывает глаза и начинает петь эту песню во время погони на высокой скорости, когда его напарник, детектив Джо Фрайдей, говорит ему "подумай о Рождестве". В видеоигре Telltale The Walking Dead: Season Two персонаж Сарита поет колядку во втором эпизоде под названием "Разделенный дом". Сарита рассказывает о значении песни с маленькой девочкой по имени Сара, пока они украшают огромную рождественскую елку в горнолыжном домике. В книге Терри Пратчетта "Отец-мороз" песня слегка "искажена" во время сцены, когда Смерть, исполняя роль Отца-мороза, встречает короля, пытающегося подарить нищему свой пир из милосердия, хотя нищий продолжает протестовать, что на самом деле он не хочет никакой из богатой еды короля. Смерть критикует действия короля, как простое желание быть восхваленным в ночь "Собачьей стражи", поскольку он никогда раньше не проявлял никакой заботы о нищем и не проявит в будущем. Вынудив короля уйти, Смерть оставляет нищего с меньшей порцией простой еды, которая, тем не менее, больше нравится нищему. Буфорд и Балджит поют эту песню с измененным текстом в "Рождество семьи Финеаса и Ферба". Песню начинают гости Симпсонов в "Белый рождественский блюз". Мардж, которая не любит вторые куплеты рождественских колядок, замечает, что эта ее пугает с самого начала и выходит из комнаты послушать блендер. В фильме 1983 года "Рождественская история" песня исполняется оркестром Армии спасения за пределами универмага Хигби. В "Полярном экспрессе" песня звучит в одной сцене, где Полярный экспресс проезжает мимо магазина Герпольшаймера, а в другой сцене, где бродяга поет ее, играя на шарманке. Действие романа Джина Вулфа "Дьявол в лесу" основано на втором стихе колядки, который дан в качестве эпиграфа к книге. В радиоспектакле BBC 1987 года "Crisp and Even Brightly", написанном Аликом Роу, была снята комедийная версия истории из колядки, в главной роли Тимоти Уэст в роли Вацлава, а также появился Марк и другие персонажи, которых нет в колядке. В эпизоде "Все о Рождественском сочевике" 6 сезона сериала "Уилл и Грейс" Карен поет песню вместе с Джеком и Уиллом для портье в ее люксе в отеле "Палас". В эпизоде "The Santa Simulation" из сериала "Теория Большого взрыва" Шелдон поет песню, играя в Dungeons & Dragons с Леонардом, Говардом и Стюартом, чтобы его персонаж в игре мог избежать опасности. Шелдон настаивает на том, чтобы спеть всю песню, хотя ему нужно спеть только первый куплет, чтобы завершить задание. В фильме четвертого сезона сериала "Игра престолов" Питер Динклейдж (Тирион Ланнистер) и Николай Костер-Уолдау (Джейми Ланнистер) начинают петь и танцевать под колядки, когда входят в тронный зал во время суда над Тирионом. В эпизоде The Colbert Report Кольберт поет песню с Майклом Стайпом и Мэнди Патинкин. В рождественском спецвыпуске "No Way Out" Норман Стэнли Флетчер и его сокамерники поют колядку, пока их не заставляет замолчать мистер Маккей. Вместо "Когда бедняк увидел, как он собирает зимнее топливо" звучит: "Когда шотландец увидел, как он кричит". Комик Джон Финнемор написал скетч для своей программы Souvenir Programme, основанный на колядке, в котором бедняк критикует короля Вацлава за принесение ненужного топлива и мяса и за то, что заставляет его пажа нести их в холодную погоду. В эпизоде "Хоган и герои" несколько военнопленных громко и многократно репетируют песню, чтобы отвлечь охранников от тайных действий остальной команды. В ироничной концовке научно-фантастического романа Фредерика Пола "Джем" человеческие колонисты на далекой планете выработали привычку праздновать Рождество, снимая одежду и вступая в безумный оргиазм, их совокупления сопровождаются хором порабощенных коренных жителей планеты, поющих "Добрый король Вацлав", чье христианское значение давно было забыто. Песня была спародирована британской детской телевизионной программой "Ужасные истории". В этой версии рождественские колядовщики пытаются дать более исторически точное изображение короля, включая строку о его убийстве. Песня спародирована Питером Шикеле (aka P. D. Q. Bach) как "Добрый король Конг", хотя мелодия быстро расходится с оригинальной.
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.