Symphony No. 9 in D minor, Op. 125, 4th Movement (English translation)

Oh friends, not these tones! Rather, let us raise our voices in more pleasing And more joyful sounds! Joy! (Joy!) Joy! (Joy!) Joy, beautiful spark of divinity Daughter of Elysium We enter, drunk with fire Into your sanctuary, heavenly (daughter)! Your magic reunites What custom strictly divided All men become brothers Where your gentle wing rests Whoever has had the great fortune To be a friend's friend Whoever has won a devoted wife Join in our jubilation! Indeed, whoever can call even one soul His own on this earth! And whoever was never able to, must creep Tearfully away from this band! Joy all creatures drink At the breasts of nature; All good, all bad Follow her trail of roses Kisses she gave us, and wine A friend, proved in death; Pleasure was given to the worm And the cherub stands before God Before God! Glad, as His suns fly Through the Heaven's glorious design Run, brothers, your path Joyful, as a hero to victory Be embraced, millions! This kiss for the whole world! Brothers, above the starry canopy Must a loving Father dwell Do you bow down, millions? Do you sense the Creator, world? Seek Him beyond the starry canopy! Beyond the stars must He dwell Be embraced, you millions! This kiss for the whole world! Brothers, beyond the star-canopy Must a loving Father dwell Be embraced This kiss for the whole world! Joy, beautiful spark of divinity Daughter of Elysium Joy, beautiful spark of divinity Divinity!