halim shon tenor
artist diploma degree recital February 21, 2015 • Saturday at 4:30 pm Morse Recital Hall
Robert Blocker, Dean
Artist Diploma Degree Recital
halim shon tenor Kyle Swann, piano
Robert Schumann 1810–1856
Dichterliebe, Op. 48 I. Im wunderschönen Monat Mai II. Aus meinen Tränen sprießen III. Die Rose, die Lilie IV. Wenn ich in deine Augen seh’ V. Ich will meine Seele tauchen VI. Im Rhein, im heiligen Strome VII. Ich grolle nicht VIII. Und wüssten’s die Blumen IX. Das ist ein Flöten und Geigen X. Hör’ ich das Liedchen klingen XI. Ein Jüngling liebt ein Mädchen XII. Am leuchtenden Sommermorgen XIII. Ich hab’ im Traum geweinet XIV. Allnächtlich im Traume XV. Aus alten Märchen winkt es XVI. Die alten, bösen Lieder intermission
Boris Sheremetev 1822–1906
Я встретил Вас (I Met You)
Sergei Rachmaninoff 1873–1943
Coh (A Dream), Op. 38, No. 5 Ночь печальна (Night is Mournful), Op. 26, No. 12 Я опять одинок (Again, I am Alone), Op. 26, No. 9
Woon-Young Na (나운영) 1922–1993
여호와는 나의 목자시니 (Lord you are my Shepherd)
Pan Ghil Park (박판길) 1929–1998
산노을 (Sunset Glow Over the Mountain)
Young Sop Choi (최영섭) b. 1929
그리운 금강산 (Longing for Kum Kang Mountain)
Soo In Lee (이수인) b. 1939
내맘의 강물 (The River of my Heart)
This performance is in partial fulfillment of the requirements for the Artist Diploma degree.
Texts & Translations
robert schumann Dichterliebe Text by Heinrich Heine Translated by James C.S. Liu I. Im wunderschönen Monat Mai als alle Knospen sprangen, da ist in meinem Herzen die Liebe aufgegangen.
In the wonderfully fair month of May, as all the flower-buds burst, then in my heart love arose.
Im wunderschönen Monat Mai, als alle Vögel sangen, da hab’ ich ihr gestanden mein Sehnen und Verlangen.
In the wonderfully fair month of May, as all the birds were singing, then I confessed to her my yearning and longing.
II. Aus meinen Tränen sprießen viel blühende Blumen hervor und meine Seufzer werden ein Nachtigallenchor,
From my tears spring many blooming flowers forth, and my sighs become a nightingale choir,
und wenn du mich lieb hast, Kindchen, schenk’ ich dir die Blumen all’, und vor deinem Fenster soll klingen das Lied der Nachtigall
and if you have love for me, child, I’ll give you all the flowers, and before your window shall sound the song of the nightingale.
III. Die Rose, die Lilie, die taube, die Sonne, die liebt’ ich einst alle in Liebeswonne. Ich lieb’ sie nicht mehr, ich liebe alleine die Kleine, die Feine, die Reine, die Eine; sie selber, aller Liebe Bronne, ist Rose und Lilie und Taube und Sonne.
The rose, the lily, the dove, the sun, I once loved them all in love’s bliss. I love them no more, I love only the small, the fine, the pure, the one; she herself, source of all love, is rose and lily and dove and sun.
IV. Wenn ich in deine Augen seh’, so schwindet all’ mein Leid und Weh! Doch wenn ich küsse deinen Mund, so werd’ ich ganz und gar gesund.
When I look into your eyes, then vanish all my sorrow and pain! Ah, but when I kiss your mouth, then I will be wholly and completely healthy.
Texts & Translations
Wenn ich mich lehn’ an deine Brust, kommt’s über mich wie Himmelslust, doch wenn du sprichst: Ich liebe dich! so muß ich weinen bitterlich.
When I lean on your breast, I am overcome with heavenly delight, ah, but when you say, “I love you!” then I must weep bitterly.
V. Ich will meine Seele tauchen in den Kelch der Lilie hinein; die Lilie soll klingend hauchen ein Lied von der Liebsten mein.
I want to plunge my soul into the chalice of the lily; the lily shall resoundingly exhale a song of my beloved.
Das Lied soll schauern und beben, wie der Kuß von ihrem Mund’, den sie mir einst gegeben in wunderbar süßer Stund’!
The song shall quiver and tremble, like the kiss from her mouth, that she once gave me in a wonderfully sweet hour!
VI. Im Rhein, im heiligen Strome da spiegelt sich in den Well’n mit seinem großen Dome das große, heilige Köln.
In the Rhine, in the holy stream, there is mirrored in the waves, with its great cathedral, great holy Cologne.
Im Dom da steht ein Bildniß auf goldenem Leder gemalt. In meines Lebens Wildniß hat’s freundlich hineingestrahlt.
In the cathedral, there stands an image on golden leather painted. Into my life’s wilderness it has shined in amicably.
Es schweben Blumen und Eng’lein um unsre liebe Frau; die Augen, die Lippen, die Wänglein, die gleichen der Liebsten genau.
There hover flowers and little angels around our beloved Lady, the eyes, the lips, the little cheeks, they match my beloved’s exactly.
VII. Ich grolle nicht und wenn das Herz auch bricht, ewig verlor’nes Lieb! Ich grolle nicht. Wie du auch strahlst in Diamantenpracht, es fällt kein Strahl in deines Herzens Nacht, das weiß ich längst.
I bear no grudge, even as my heart is breaking, eternally lost love! I bear no grudge. Even though you shine in diamond splendor, there falls no light into your heart’s night, that I’ve known for a long time.
Texts & Translations
Ich grolle nicht, und wenn das Herz auch bricht. Ich sah dich ja im Traume, und sah die Nacht in deines Herzens Raume, und sah die Schlang’, die dir am Herzen frißt, ich sah, mein Lieb, wie sehr du elend bist. Ich grolle nicht.
I bear no grudge, even as my heart is breaking. I saw you, truly, in my dreams, and saw the night in your heart’s cavity, and saw the serpent that feeds on your heart, I saw, my love, how very miserable you are. I bear no grudge.
VIII. Und wüßten’s die Blumen die kleinen, wie tief verwundet mein Herz, sie würden mit mir weinen zu heilen meinen Schmerz.
And if they knew, the blooms, the little ones, how deeply wounded my heart is, they would weep with me to heal my pain.
Und wüßten’s die Nachtigallen, wie ich so traurig und krank, sie ließen fröhlich erschallen erquickenden Gesang.
And if they knew it, the nightingales, how I am so sad and sick, they would merrily unleash refreshing song.
Und wüßten sie mein Wehe, die goldenen Sternelein, sie kämen aus ihrer Höhe, und sprächen Trost mir ein.
And if they knew my pain, the golden little stars, they would descend from their heights and would comfort me.
Die alle können’s nicht wissen, nur Eine kennt meinen Schmerz; sie hat ja selbst zerrissen, zerrissen mir das Herz.
All of them cannot know it, only one knows my pain, she herself has indeed torn, torn up my heart.
IX. Das ist ein Flöten und Geigen Trompeten schmettern darein. Da tanzt wohl den Hochzeitreigen die Herzallerliebste mein.
There is a fluting and fiddling, and trumpets blasting in. Surely, there dancing the wedding dance is my dearest beloved.
Das ist ein Klingen und Dröhnen, ein Pauken und ein Schalmei’n; dazwischen schluchzen und stöhnen die lieblichen Engelein.
There is a ringing and roaring of drums and shawms, amidst it sobbing and moaning are dear little angels.
Texts & Translations
X. Hör’ ich das Liedchen klingen das einst die Liebste sang, so will mir die Brust zerspringen von wildem Schmerzendrang.
I hear the little song sounding that my beloved once sang, and my heart wants to shatter from savage pain’s pressure.
Es treibt mich ein dunkles Sehnen hinauf zur Waldeshöh’, dort lös’t sich auf in Tränen mein übergroßes Weh’.
I am driven by a dark longing up to the wooded heights, there is dissolved in tears my supremely great pain.
XI. Ein Jüngling liebt ein Mädchen die hat einen Andern erwählt; der Andre liebt’ eine Andre, und hat sich mit dieser vermählt.
A young man loves a girl, who has chosen another man, the other loves yet another and has gotten married to her.
Das Mädchen nimmt aus Ärger den ersten besten Mann der ihr in den Weg gelaufen; der Jüngling ist übel dran.
The girl takes out of resentment the first, best man who crosses her path; the young man is badly off.
Es ist eine alte Geschichte doch bleibt sie immer neu; und wem sie just passieret, dem bricht das Herz entzwei.
It is an old story but remains eternally new, and for him to whom it has just happened it breaks his heart in two.
XII. Am leuchtenden Sommermorgen geh’ ich im Garten herum. Es flüstern und sprechen die Blumen, ich aber wandle stumm.
On a shining summer morning I go about in the garden. The flowers are whispering and speaking, I however wander silently.
Es flüstern und sprechen die Blumen, und schau’n mitleidig mich an: Sei uns’rer Schwester nicht böse, du trauriger, blasser Mann.
The flowers are whispering and speaking, and look sympathetically at me: “Do not be angry with our sister, you sad, pale man.”
XIII. Ich hab’ im Traum geweinet mir träumte du lägest im Grab. Ich wachte auf, und die Träne floß noch von der Wange herab.
I have in my dreams wept, I dreamed you lay in your grave. I woke up and the tears still flowed down from my cheeks.
Texts & Translations
Ich hab’ im Traum geweinet, mir träumt’ du verließest mich. Ich wachte auf, und ich weinte noch lange bitterlich.
I have in my dreams wept, I dreamed you forsook me. I woke up and I wept for a long time and bitterly.
Ich hab’ im Traum geweinet, mir träumte du wär’st mir noch gut. Ich wachte auf, und noch immer strömt meine Tränenflut.
I have in my dreams wept, I dreamed you still were good to me. I woke up, and still now streams my flood of tears.
XIV. Allnächtlich im Traume seh’ ich dich und sehe dich freundlich grüßen, und lautaufweinend stürz’ ich mich zu deinen süßen Füßen.
Every night in my dreams I see you, and see your friendly greeting, and loudly crying out, I throw myself at your sweet feet.
Du siehest mich an wehmütiglich, und schüttelst das blonde Köpfchen; aus deinen Augen schleichen sich die Perlentränentröpfchen.
You look at me wistfully and shake your blond little head; from your eyes steal forth little pearly teardrops.
Du sagst mir heimlich ein leises Wort, und gibst mir den Strauß von Zypressen. Ich wache auf, und der Strauß ist fort, und’s Wort hab’ ich vergessen.
You say to me secretly a soft word, and give me a garland of cypress. I wake up, and the garland is gone, and the word I have forgotten.
XV. Aus alten Märchen winkt es hervor mit weißer Hand, da singt es und da klingt es von einem Zauberland’;
From old fairy-tales it beckons to me with a white hand, there it sings and there it resounds of a magic land,
wo bunte Blumen blühen im gold’nen Abendlicht, und lieblich duftend glühen mit bräutlichem Gesicht;
where colorful flowers bloom in the golden twilight, and sweetly, fragrantly glow with a bride-like face.
Und grüne Bäume singen uralte Melodei’n, die Lüfte heimlich klingen, und Vögel schmettern drein;
And green trees sing primeval melodies, the breezes secretly sound and birds warble in them.
Und Nebelbilder steigen wohl aus der Erd’ hervor,
And misty images rise indeed forth from the earth,
Texts & Translations
und tanzen luft’gen Reigen im wunderlichen Chor;
and dance airy reels in fantastic chorus.
Und blaue Funken brennen an jedem Blatt und Reis, und rote Lichter rennen im irren, wirren Kreis;
And blue sparks burn on every leaf and twig, and red lights run in crazy, hazy rings.
Und laute Quellen brechen aus wildem Marmorstein, und seltsam in den Bächen strahlt fort der Widerschein.
And loud springs burst out of wild marble stone, and oddly in the brooks shine forth the reflections.
Ach! könnt’ ich dorthin kommen, und dort mein Herz erfreu’n, und aller Qual entnommen, und frei und selig sein!
Ah! If I could enter there and there gladden my heart, and have all anguish taken away, and be free and blessed!
Ach! jenes Land der Wonne, das seh’ ich oft im Traum, doch kommt die Morgensonne, zerfließt’s wie eitel Schaum.
Oh, that land of bliss, I see it often in dreams, but come the morning sun, and it melts away like mere froth.
XVI. Die alten, bösen Lieder die Träume bös’ und arg, die laßt uns jetzt begraben, holt einen großen Sarg.
The old, angry songs, the dreams angry and nasty, let us now bury them, fetch a great coffin.
Hinein leg’ ich gar manches, doch sag’ ich noch nicht was. Der Sarg muß sein noch größer wie’s Heidelberger Faß.
In it I will lay very many things, though I shall not yet say what. The coffin must be even larger than the Heidelberg Tun.
Und holt eine Totenbahre, von Bretter fest und dick; auch muß sie sein noch länger als wie zu Mainz die Brück’.
And fetch a death-bier, of boards firm and thick, they also must be even longer than Mainz’s great bridge.
Und holt mir auch zwölf Riesen, die müssen noch stärker sein als wie der starke Christoph im Dom zu Köln am Rhein.
And fetch me also twelve giants, who must be yet mightier than mighty St. Christopher in the Cathedral of Cologne on the Rhine.
Texts & Translations
Die sollen den Sarg forttragen, und senken in’s Meer hinab; denn solchem großen Sarge gebührt ein großes Grab.
They shall carry the coffin away, and sink it down into the sea, for such a great coffin deserves a great grave.
Wißt ihr warum der Sarg wohl so groß und schwer mag sein? Ich legt’ auch meine Liebe Und meinen Schmerz hinein.
How could the coffin be so large and heavy? I also sank my love with my pain in it.
boris sheremetev Я встретил Вас (Ya vstretil vas) Translated by Franco Di Nitto
I met you
Я встретил вас - и все былое В отжившем сердце ожило; Я вспомнил время, время золотое И сердцу стало так тепло... Как поздней осени порою Бывают дни, бывает час, Когда повеет вдруг весною, И что-то встрепенется в нас, Как после вековой разлуки, Гляжу на вас, как бы во сне, И вот - слышнее стали звуки, Не умолкавшие во мне... Тут не одно воспоминанье, Тут жизнь заговорила вновь, И то же в вас очарованье, И та ж в душе моей любовь
I met you and the past Came back to life in my dead heart. Remembering a golden time, My heart became so warm. Just as in late autumn There are days, the transient hour, When suddenly spring wafts again And something stirs within us, So, winnowed within by the breath Of fullness my soul knew in those years, With a rapture I thought I’d forgotten, I stare into your dear face. As if we’d been apart for ages I stare at you and think I’m dreaming, And suddenly sounds unsilenced in me Could be heard within me, but louder! That was more than reminiscence: My life began to talk once more, As did in you that very same charm, As did in my soul that very same love!
sergei rachmaninoff Coh, Op. 38, No. 5 Translated by Laura Claycomb
A Dream
В мире нет ничего Дожделеннее сна, Чары есть у него, У него тишина, У него на устах
There is nothing more desirable In the world than the dream. It has magic stillness. It has on its lips
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Ни печаль и ни смех, И в бездонных очах Много тайных утех.
No sadness, no laughter And bottomless eyes, and many hidden pleasures.
У него широки, Широки два крыла, И легки, так лёгки, Как полночная мгла. Не понять, как несёт, И куда и на чем Он крылом не взмахнет И не двинет плечом.
It has two immense wings, as light as the shadow of midnight. It’s unfathomable how it carries them, and where and on what; It will not beat its wings, And it will not move its shoulder.
rachmaninoff Ночь печальна, Op. 26, No. 12 Translated by Kyle Gee
Night is mournful
Ночь печальна, как мечты мои... Далеко в глухой степи широкой Огонёк мерцает одинокий... В сердце много грусти и любви.
The night is sad, like my dreams... Far off on the remote broad steppe, a lonely light flickers... There is much sadness and love in my heart.
Но кому и как расскажешь ты, Что зовет тебя, чем сердце полно? Путь далек, глухая степь безмолвна. Ночь печальна, как мои мечты.
But to whom and how could you tell what beckons you, what fills your heart? Long is the road, indifferent is the silent steppe. The night is sad, like my dreams.
rachmaninoff Я опять одинок, Op. 26, No. 9 Translated by Yuri Mitelman
Again, I am alone
Как светла, как нарядна весна! Погляди мне в глаза, как бывало, И скажи: отчего ты грустна? Отчего ты так ласкова стала?
How bright and pretty the spring is! Look in my eyes, like you used to, And tell me why you are so sad? Why you’ve become suddenly so affectionate?
Но молчишь ты, слаба, как цветок... О, молчи! Мне не надо признанья: Я узнал эту ласку прощанья, Я опять одинок!
You are silent, as weak as a flower... Oh, be silent, then! I don’t need your confession. I recognize this affection of farewell. I am alone again!
Texts & Translations
woon-young na 여호와는 나의 목자시니 여호와는 나의 목자시니 내게 부족함이 없으리로다 여호와는 나의 목자시니 내게 부족함이 없으리로다 나로 하여금 푸른 초장에 눕게 하시며 잔잔한 물가로 잔잔한 물가로 인도하시는도다 진실로 선함과 인자하심이 인자하심이 나의 사는 날까지 나를 따르리니 내가 내가 여호와 전에 영원토록 영원토록 영원토록 거하리로다 진실로 선함과 인자하심이 인자하심이 나의 사는 날까지 나를 따르리니 내가 내가 여호와 전에 영원토록 영원토록 영원토록 거하리로다 아멘.
Lord, you are my shepherd The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not be in want. He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil for you are with me; Your rod and your staff, they comfort me. Surely goodness and love will follow me, all the days of my life, And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
Texts & Translations
pan ghil park 산노을 Translated by Jene Lee
Sunset Glow Over the Mountain
먼산을 호젓이 바라보면 누군가 부르네 산너머 노을에 젖는 내눈썹에 잊었던 목소린가 산울림이 외로이 산넘고 행여나 또 들릴듯한 마음 아아 산울림이 내마음 울리네 다가왔던 봉우리 물러서고 산그림자 슬며시 지나가네
All alone beholding mountains far away, Someone calls. Soaked by the sunset glow of yonder mountains, My brows recognize a forgotten voice. Mountain echoes travel over mountains; By chance, my heart hears it again? Ah, ah, mountain echoes cause me to weep. As mountain tops appear, coming then drifting backwards, Shadows of the mountains steal away quietly.
나무에 가만히 기대보면 누군가 숨었네 언젠가 꿈속에 와서 내 마음에 던져진 그림잔가 돌아서며 수줍게 눈감고 가지에 숨어버린 모습 아아 산울림이 그모습 더듭네 다가서던 그리움 바람되어 긴 가지만 어둠에 흔들리네
I tried leaning against a tree quietly; Someone hid herself into my dream. Was it that shadow cast on my heart turning away shyly lowering her eyelids, hiding her figure behind tree branches? Ah, ah, mountain echoes grope the shadow. My ever growing yearning becomes the wind just shaking tree branches in the dark.
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young sop choi 그리운 금강산 Translated by Jene Lee
Longing for Kum Kang Mountain
누구의 주재런가 맑고 고운 산 그리운 만 이천 봉 말은 없어도 이제야 자유 만민 옷깃 여미며 그 이름 다시 부를 우리 금강산 수수 만 년 아름다운 산 떠나간 지 얼마나 오늘에야 찾을 날 왔나 금강산은 부른다
So bright and beautiful a mountain; Oh, I miss its twelve thousand peaks standing so high and silent. Now I see our free people hand in hand together with You. O, Thy longing name of the Longing for Kum Kang Mountain again near with us. Forgotten so long thy beautiful shapes, Left behind a million years. Today, so happy to respond to your knocking call at last.
비로봉 그 봉우리 짓밟힌 자리 흰 구름 솔바람도 무심히 가나 발 아래 산해 만 리 보이지 마라 우리 다 맺힌 원한 풀릴 때까지 수수 만 년 아름다운 산 떠나간 지 얼마나 오늘에야 찾을 날 왔나 금강산은 부른다 누구의 주제런가 맑고 고운산 그리운 만이천봉 말은 없어도
Whose pace is already ahead on the Birobong peak before us, Sweeping the white clouds and breezing through the pine trees. Our homeland still far away one step below the Mountain peak; Till the day melting down our deepest sorrows and agony. How many years elapsed not coming to this untamed beautiful Mountain? Today so happy to respond to your knocking call at last.
Texts & Translations
soo in lee 내맘의 강물 Translated by Jene Lee
The River of My Heart
수많은 날은 떠나갔어도 내맘의 강물 끝없이 흐르네 그날 그땐 지금 없어도 내맘의 강물 끝없이 흐르네 새파란 하늘 저멀리 구름은 두둥실 떠나고비바람 모진 된서리 지나간 자욱마다 맘 아파도 알알이 맺힌 고운 진주알 아롱아롱 더욱 빛나네 그날 그땐 지금은 없어도 내맘의 강물 끝없이 흐르네
So many days have gone down flowing yet the river of my heart keeps on flowing. The day and time, no more here now yet the river of my heart keeps on flowing. Yonder blue skies far, far away, clouds float drifting away. Rain, wind, and even severe frost have left scars of ache in my heart. Yet pearly gems formed during those aches, shining brighter and sparkling still. The day and the time, no more here now yet the river of my heart keeps on flowing.
새파란 하늘 저멀리 구름은 두둥실 떠나고 비바람 모진 된서리 지나간 자욱마다 맘 아파도 알알이 맺힌 고운 진주알 아롱아롱 더욱 빛나네 그날 그땐 지금은 없어도 내맘의 강물 끝없이 흐르네
Yonder blue skies far, far away, clouds float drifting away. Rain, wind, and even severe frost have left scars of ache in my heart. Yet pearly gems formed during those aches shining brighter, sparkling still. The day and the time no more here now yet the river of my heart keeps on flowing.
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Robert Blocker, Dean