Canticle do Hope
Coming undraped and unescorted
-Although her wings have been torn out.
As a sacred chalice which is offered you
-Although her wings have been torn out.
A friendly sister’s admonition
-Although her wings have been torn out!
As a priest’s kind admonition
-Although her wings have been torn out!
As an angel’s kind admonition
-Although her wings have been torn out!
VII. CHORUS AND CROWD
Hope, Oh conqueror of death.
Morning’s tumultuous arrival
Fury, frenzied spirit; Oh Hope, Come
Lead us to gigantic portals!
Aureate being, luminous one,
You, delirious; freed from chains now,
Come, true unreality,
Be with us, all-powerful Hope,
Now with your wings so widely outspread!
PAUL CLAUDEL
of the Acadkmie FraBfaise
(Translated by Paul Hindemith)