Death in Venice, Op.88 / Act 1:"My Mind Beats On"

作曲 : Benjamin Britten

My mind beats on

and no words come.

Taxing, tiring,

unyielding, unproductive,

my mind beats on.

No sleep restores me.

I, Aschenbach,

famous as a master-writer,

successful, honoured,

self-discipline my strength,

routine the order of my days,

imagination servant of my will.

My mind beats on,

why am I now at loss?

I reject the words called forth by passion

I suspect the easy judgement of the heart -

now passion itself has left me

and delight in fastidious choice.

My mind beats on,

and I am at an end.

O tender leaves and tardy springs refresh me!