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Ach, arme Welt, Op. 110, No. 2 (Johannes Brahms)

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CPDL #20051:

Editor: Robert Urmann (submitted 2009-08-25). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 166 kbytes Copyright: CPDL

Edition notes:

CPDL #954: Finale 1998

Editor: Rafael Ornes (submitted 2000-06-14). Score information: Letter, 1 page, 40 kbytes Copyright: CPDL

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General Information

Title: Ach, arme Welt, Op. 110, No. 2 [Thou, poor vain world]
Work: Drei Motetten, Op. 110 [Three Motets]
Composer: Johannes Brahms

Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Motet

Language: German
Instruments: a cappella
Published: February 1890; Berlin: N. Simrock

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Scanned score of the first print from Brahms Institute at the University of Music Lübeck (Germany)
Listening guide

Original text and translations

German text

1. Ach, arme Welt, du trügest mich,
ja, das bekenn’ ich eigentlich,
und kann dich doch nicht meiden.

2. Du falsche Welt, du bist nicht wahr,
dein Schein vergeht, das weiß ich zwar,
mit Weh’ und großem Leiden.

3. Dein’ Ehr’, dein Gut, du arme Welt,
im Tod, in rechten Nöten fehlt,
dein Schatz ist eitel falsches Geld,
dess hilf mir, Herr, zum Frieden.

unknown author

English translation

1. Thou, poor vain world, deludest me,
yes, that I grant thee verily,
and can not still deny thee.

2. Ah, thou false world, thou art not true,
thy glories fade, I know and rue,
with grief and sorrow try me.

3. The honours, riches, thou hast brought,
in death, in dire distress are naught;
Thy treasure vain and falsely wraught.
Lord, give me peace eternal.