Requiem in D Minor, K.626: 3a. Sequientia: Dies irae - Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart , Wiener Philharmoniker , Wiener Singverein , Herbert von Karajan Übersetzung ins Englische

Requiem in D Minor, K.626: 3a. Sequientia: Dies irae

Dies irae, dies illa
Solvet saeclum in favilla,
Teste David cum Sibylla.

Quantus tremor est futurus
Quando judex est venturus
Cuncta stricte discussurus.
Tuba mirum spargens sonum
Per sepulcra regionum
Coget omnes ante thronum.
Mors slopebit et natora
Cum resurget creatura
Judicanti responsura.
Liber scriptus proferetur
In quo totum continetur,
Unde mundus judicetur.
Judex ergo cum sedebit
Quidquid latet apparebit,
Nil inultum remanebit.
Quid sum miser tunc dicturus,
Quem patronum togaturus,
Cum vix justus sit securus?
Rex tremendae majestatis,
Qui salvandos salvas gratis,
Salve me, fons pietatis.
Recordare, Jesu pie,
Quod sum causa tuae viae,
Ne me perdas ilia die.
Quaerens me sedisti lassus,
Redemisti crucem passus,
Tamus labor non sit cassus.
Juste judex ultionis
Donum fac remissionis
Ante diem rationis.
Lngemisco tamquam reus,
Culpa rubet vultus meus,
Supplicanti parce, Deus.
Qui Mariam absolvisti
Et latronem exaudisti,
Mihi quoque spem dedisti.
Preces meae non sum dignae,
Sed tu bonus fac benigne,
Ne perenni cremet igne.
Inter oves locurn praesta,
Et ab haedis me sequestra,
Statuens in parle dextra.
Confutatis maledictis
Flammis acribus addictis,
Voca me cum benedictis.
Oro supplex et acclinis,
Cor contritum quasi cinis,
Gere curam mei finis.
Lacrimosa dies ilia
Qua resurget ex favilla
Judicandus homo reus.
Huic ergo parce, Deus,
Pie Jesu Domine,
Dona els requiem.

Requiem in D Minor, K.626: 3a. Sequientia: Dies irae

Day of wrath, that day
Will dissolve the world in ashes,
As predicted by both David and the Sibyl.

What great fear there will be
When the Judge will come
To scrutinize everything strictly.
The trumpet, with its wondrous sound
Throughout all the regions of the graves
Will summon all before the throne.
Death will be terrified and so will nature
When the creature shall rise
To answer the Judge.
The written book will be produced
In which everything is contained,
From which the world will be judged.
Thus, when the Judge takes his seat
Whatever is hidden will be revealed,
Nothing will remain unavenged.
What will I, a wretched man, say then,
Whom shall I choose as my patron,
Since even the just man is scarcely secure?
King of tremendous majesty,
Who saves the saved freely,
Save me, O fount of pity.
Remember, gracious Jesus,
That I am the reason for your journey,
Do not lose me on that day.
Searching for me, you sat down weary,
You redeemed me by suffering on the cross,
May such labor not be in vain.
Just Judge of vengeance
Grant the gift of pardon
Before the day of reckoning.
I groan like a guilty man,
My face reddens with guilt,
O God, spare the one who begs.
You who absolved Mary
And heard the thief,
You have also given me hope.
My prayers are not worthy,
But you who are good, act kindly,
Lest I burn in eternal fire.
Grant me a place among the sheep,
And separate me from the goats,
Placing me at your right hand.
When the wicked are confounded
And consigned to the fierce flames,
Call me with the blessed.
I pray humbly and bowed down,
My heart contrite as ashes,
Take care of the end of my life.
That tearful day
When the guilty man shall rise
To be judged from ashes.
Therefore, spare him, O God,
Pious Lord Jesus,
Grant him rest.