前奏曲 (李斯特)

前奏曲，是李斯特13首交响诗中的第三号，是李斯特交响诗中最著名的一首。

该曲最初写于1844年，是根据法国诗人奥特朗（Autran）的诗作《四元素（风、水、星、土）》谱写的合唱套曲的前奏部分，1854年李斯特将其改写为独立的交响诗，并配上了另一位法国诗人拉马丁（Lamartine）的诗作《诗的冥想》中的一篇。1954年2月23日，李斯特在魏玛的"Hoftheater"音乐会上亲自指挥了该曲的首演。1956年曲谱在莱比锡出版，在总谱的扉页上印有一段文字说明^[1]，而这段文字并不是拉马丁的诗作。

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↑ What else is our life but a series of preludes to that unknown Hymn, the first and solemn note of which is intoned by Death? - Love is the glowing dawn of all existence; but what is the fate where the first delights of happiness are not interrupted by some storm, the mortal blast of which dissipates its fine illusions, the fatal lightening of which consumes its altar; and where in the cruelly wounded soul which, on issuing from one of these tempests, does not endeavour to rest his recollection in the calm serenity of life in the fields? Nevertheless man hardly gives himself up for long to the enjoyment of the beneficent stillness which at first he has shared in Nature's bosom, and when "the trumpet sounds the alarm", he hastens, to the dangerous post, whatever the war may be, which calls him to its ranks, in order at last to recover in the combat full consciousness of himself and entire possession of his energy.
我们的一生，不就是由死神敲出头一个庄严音符的无名之歌的一系列前奏吗？爱情是每一颗心最向往的曙光，暴风雨猛烈的冲击驱散了青春的幻想，它那致命的雷电毁灭了神圣的祭坛，可是，最初感到的愉悦与欢乐不受到暴风雨的干扰的那种命运在哪里呢？有没有这样一颗遭受过残酷折磨的心灵，当暴风雨一过去而它却不从田园生活的宁静中去寻找抚慰呢？然而，看来人们很少会长久安于昔日投入大自然怀抱时所获得的那种温柔与平静；一当号角长鸣，他便急速奔向召唤着他的危险岗位，以便在战斗中完全恢复自信，并充分发挥他的力量。

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[1] What else is our life but a series of preludes to that unknown Hymn, the first and solemn note of which is intoned by Death? - Love is the glowing dawn of all existence; but what is the fate where the first delights of happiness are not interrupted by some storm, the mortal blast of which dissipates its fine illusions, the fatal lightening of which consumes its altar; and where in the cruelly wounded soul which, on issuing from one of these tempests, does not endeavour to rest his recollection in the calm serenity of life in the fields? Nevertheless man hardly gives himself up for long to the enjoyment of the beneficent stillness which at first he has shared in Nature's bosom, and when "the trumpet sounds the alarm", he hastens, to the dangerous post, whatever the war may be, which calls him to its ranks, in order at last to recover in the combat full consciousness of himself and entire possession of his energy.
我们的一生，不就是由死神敲出头一个庄严音符的无名之歌的一系列前奏吗？爱情是每一颗心最向往的曙光，暴风雨猛烈的冲击驱散了青春的幻想，它那致命的雷电毁灭了神圣的祭坛，可是，最初感到的愉悦与欢乐不受到暴风雨的干扰的那种命运在哪里呢？有没有这样一颗遭受过残酷折磨的心灵，当暴风雨一过去而它却不从田园生活的宁静中去寻找抚慰呢？然而，看来人们很少会长久安于昔日投入大自然怀抱时所获得的那种温柔与平静；一当号角长鸣，他便急速奔向召唤着他的危险岗位，以便在战斗中完全恢复自信，并充分发挥他的力量。

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