CAMEO Arts Foundation presents this program of Telemann’s music, performed by Cameo Baroque. This is a benefit concert, so please, if you are able, donate to the Upper Valley Haven through our web site: cameoarts.org, or mail your contribution to CAMEO Arts Foundation, PO Box 6, Orford, NH 03777. Funds raised through this program are eligible for matching funds from The Jack and Dorothy Byrne Foundation, so please be as generous as you can.
The cantata translations (paraphrased, not line by line,by Beth Hilgartner) are:
Cantata for the Feast of Three Kings, anon., based on Isaiah 60:1-6
Listen, ye folk: God is again saying “Let there be light!” God’s glory appears to the world: a star, which all the stars of the morning praise, shines upon Zion, bringing light and salvation.
Darkness fades, as the brilliance of God’s face shines forth. Salvation and grace radiate as our sunlight. Midday and midnight are both alike in brightness. Look! What is afoot?
What disturbs the sea?
The heathen multitudes, who rejoice as they are bathed in this light.
When they change the focus of their temples and altars, and direct offerings of gold and incense to the Host of Heaven, the holy celebration is blessed by the radiance now coming from Zion. The people come from Sheba, drawn to this light; and their cries resound.
Ah, but the silence!
Have the praises and joyful songs already ended?
The joy this light brought when first it appeared is now seldom recognized; instead of rejoicing, only a murmur is heard.
No! no, I will not be ungrateful. I will praise you; O star of Jacob, I will ever give you thanks. As your warmth covers me, let my love stream back to you!
Hallelujah! I make offerings to you, o star. My heart holds an eternal flame for you. Be praised for light and blessing with which you draw me out of darkness into the inheritance of the saints in light.
Tonkunst, from Six Moral Cantatas, text by Joachim Daniel Zimmermann (1710-1767)
So go ahead, tuned notes:
Ring out and penetrate mind and spirit! Ears, born of iron and rock,
Can hardly perceive your beauty Without dissolving into delight.
O sweet sound!
I listen in admiration; I honor you, and my whole being is subsumed with hearing. The soul knows that, through this idol,
It can gain so much pleasure that it flows with it, masking the other senses dull. Melancholy, tenderness, and every passion must obey you, o sweet strength.
Let yourself be aroused so easily by eloquent sound.
Go forward with joy, you awakening strings! My heart and mind leap.
Guide me as you please,
For to quarrel with such lovely conquerors, Is only sorrow, worry and grief.