Chorus of the Hebrew Slaves: Va, pensiero
(Va, pensiero, sull'ali dorate - Fly, thought, on wings of
gold, also known as the Chorus of the Hebrew Slaves) is a chorus
from the third act of Nabucco (1842) by Giuseppe Verdi, with words by
Temistocle Solera, inspired by Psalm 137 (
Al Neharot Bavel - By the Rivers of Babylon).
Known as Verdi's "Jewish" work
of art, it tells the story of Jewish exiles from Judea after the
loss of the First Temple in Jerusalem. The opera, with its powerful
chorus, established Verdi as a major composer in 19th century Italy.
The opera - and the chorus - still speak to us, sometimes in surprising ways. Last spring, they sparked a conversation about the importance of culture, the arts, and the teaching thereof.
Composer and director Raphael Mostel writes in
The Jewish Daily Forward of the
Best Classical Performances of 2011:
The chorus of Hebrew slaves ... from Verdi’s opera “Nabucco” (Nebuchadnezzar) has become Italy’s unofficial national anthem. It is spontaneously sung at soccer games, and all sorts of other occasions.
The moment of the year came this past spring when conductor Ricardo Muti, in an almost unprecedented gesture, halted his performance of “Nabucco” at the Rome Opera after an audience member shouted “Viva L’Italia!” during the tumultuous standing ovation which followed the chorus. Completely breaking with tradition, Muti turned around and directly addressed the audience: “Yes, I am in accord with that ‘Viva L’Italia!’ When the chorus sang ‘Oh mia patria si bella e perduta!’ [“Oh, my country so beautiful and lost!:], I thought to myself that, if we slay the culture on which the history of Italy is founded, truly our country will be beautiful and lost.” He then conducted the audience in a repeat of the chorus (you can watch the video here) and there wasn’t a dry eye in the house. Finance minister Giulio Tremonti, who had instituted drastic cuts in the cultural budget, thus prompting Muti’s impromptu speech, had been quoted as saying, “You can’t eat culture.” Berlusconi’s government backed down in the face of this Rome opera sing-along. Muti is reported to have marveled that everyone in the audience knew all the words!
Chorus of the Hebrew Slaves
Va, pensiero, sull'ali dorate; Fly, thought, on wings of gold;
va, ti posa sui clivi, sui colli go settle upon the slopes and the hills,
ove olezzano tepide e molli where, soft and mild, the sweet airs
l'aure dolci del suolo natal of our native land smell fragrant!
Del Giordano le rive saluta, Greet the banks of the Jordan
di Sionne le torri atterrate. and Zion's toppled towers...
Oh, mia patria sì bella e perduta! Oh, my country so beautiful and lost!
Oh, membranza sì cara e fatal! Oh, remembrance so dear and so fatal!
Arpa d'or dei fatidici vati, Golden harp of the prophetic seers,
perché muta dal salice pendi? why dost thou hang mute upon the willow?
Le memorie nel petto raccendi, Rekindle our bosom's memories,
ci favella del tempo che fu! and speak to us of times gone by!
O simile di Solima ai fati Mindful of the fate of Jerusalem,
traggi un suono di crudo lamento, give forth a sound of crude lamentation,
o t'ispiri il Signore un concento or may the Lord inspire you
a harmony of voices
che ne infonda al patire virtù! which may instill virtue to suffering.
