When Schiller's text is dropped into Google translate (I couldn't work up any sturm und drang during the process, but it still worked), the resulting English column is a lot shorter. The Germans sure use a lot of extra syllables and letters.


Joy, beautiful spark of the gods, Daughter of Elysium
We enter your sanctuary drunk with fire
Your spells bind again what the fashion strictly divided
All people become brothers wherever your gentle wing dwells
Your spells bind again what the fashion strictly divided
All people become brothers wherever your gentle wing dwells

Who succeeded in being a friend's friend
Whoever wins a lovely woman mix in his jubilation
Yes, who even calls to be a soul on the earth
And whoever has never been able to steal their way out of this bond
Yes, who even calls to be a soul on the earth
And whoever has never been able to steal their way out of this bond

Joy Joy is the name of the spring in the eternal joy of nature.
Joy drives the wheels in the great world clock
She drives flowers from the bud, suns to the virmament
It penetrates into depths that the seer's pipe does not know
She drives flowers from the bud, suns to the virmament
It penetrates into depths that the seer's pipe does not know.