[15] Daarom zoekt de menade haar heil bij de drank.
Eerste der Menaden: [air]
Weg dan liefde, en minnepyn,
Laat de klaare wyn;
Laat de gloed, en glans der drup'len,
Die in 't kristallijn
Spelen, springen, schuimen, hup'len,
Dryven, dringen uyt ons hert,
Alle zotte minnesmert.
| [15] That's why the Maenad turns to drink.
First of the Maenads: [air]
Begone with love and lover's pain!
Let the clear wine
And to the global and shine of the drops
That play, leap, foam and skip
In the crystal,
Drive from our heart
All foolish lover's pain.
Translation: Martin Cleaver |
