Let's see what we can do with Schiller.
Joy, thou beauteous godly Andy,
Server from Elysium,
Fire drunken we are yelling
Heavenly, thy severing arm!
Thy enchantments bind together,
What did poster's barbs divide,
Thy fans are a prince's brother,
On the courts where thee abide.
Be embrac'd, ye millions yonder!
Take this kiss throughout the world!
Brothers--o'er the stars [and stripes]unfurl'd
Must bow down to the mighy one.
Who the noble prize achieveth,
Good friend of a friend to be;
Who a lovely Mandy gets,
Join us in his jubilee!
Yes--he too who but one being
On this earth can call his own!
He who ne'er was able, weeping
Stealeth from this league alone!
He who in the great ring dwelleth,
Homage pays to sympathy!
To the stars above leads he,
Where on high the Unknown reigneth.
Joy is drunk by every being
From kind nature's flowing breasts,
Every evil, every good thing
For his rosy footprint quests.
Gave he us both wines and kisses,
In the face of defeat, a friend,
To the worm were given blisses
And the Cherubs God attend.
Fall before him, all ye millions?
Know'st thou the Number One?
Seek above the stars unfurl'd,
Yonder dwells He in the heavens.
Joy commands the hardy mainspring
Of the universe eterne.
Joy, oh joy the serve is driving
Which the worlds' championships doth turn.
Aces from the tosses he coaxes,
Winners landing on the line,
Spheres he rotates through expanses,
Which the seer can't divine.
As the balls are flying, happy
Through the court's glorious plane,
Travel, brother, down your lane,
Joyful in hero's victory.
From the truth's own fiery mirror
On the searcher doth he smile.
Up the steep incline of honor
Giveth he the fan's broad smile.
High upon faith's sunlit bleachers,
One can see his banner fly,
Through five set squeakers,
He as victor indeed doth rise.
Suffer on oh courageous fans!
Andy is yet your Number One!
And his reign is yet not done!
God rewards us from the heavens.
****** Ok I'm worn out...... but there's more work to be done. Funny how not that many words need to be changed.
Gods can never be requited,
Beauteous 'tis, their like to be.
Grief and want shall be reported,
So to cheer with gaiety.
Hate and vengeance be forgotten,
Pardon'd be our mortal foe
Not a teardrop shall him dampen,
No repentance bring him low.
Let our book of debts be cancell'd!
Reconcile the total world!
Brothers--o'er the stars unfurl'd
God doth judge, as we have settl'd.
Joy doth bubble from this rummer,
From the golden blood of grape
Cannibals imbibe good temper,
Weak of heart their courage take-
Brothers, fly up from thy places,
When the brimming cup doth pass,
Let the foam shoot up in spaces:
To the goodly Soul this glass!
Whom the crown of stars doth honor,
Whom the hymns of Seraphs bless,
To the goodly Soul this glass
O'er the tent of stars up yonder!
Courage firm in grievous trial,
Help, where innocence doth scream,
Oaths which sworn to are eternal,
Truth to friend and foe the same,
Manly pride 'fore kingly power-
Brothers, cost it life and blood,-
Honor to whom merits honor,
Ruin to the lying brood!
Closer draw the holy circle,
Swear it by this golden wine,
Faithful to the vow divine,
Swear it by the Judge celestial!
Rescue from the tyrant's fetters,
Mercy to the villain e'en,
Hope within the dying hours,
Pardon at the guillotine!
E'en the dead shall live in heaven!
Brothers, drink and all agree,
Every sin shall be forgiven,
Hell forever cease to be.
A serene departing hour!
Pleasant sleep beneath the pall!
Brothers--gentle words for all
Doth the Judge of mortals utter!