About sorrow. Turandot’s Liù.

Puccini's opera 'Turandot' ends in the
original with the aria of the slave girl Liù.
She is in love with an 'Unkown Prince',
but he fell in love with 'La Principessa'
Turandot, a cold and cruel impératrice.
Turandot lets Liù be tortured to get
the real name of the unknown
prince. But Liù doesn't give her this
information. Under torture she sings
her last aria, then she commits suicide.
This is the end of the opera and
also the last what Puccini ever wrote
as he died shortly afterwards.

The aria of Liù is maybe one
of the most dolorous ones I have ever
If I should search for one word to describe
it, it is deep sorrow.
Sorrow full of pain.
Pain that isn't bearable anymore.

Listen to Liù's aria and Timur's (the
deposed king of Tartary) desperate
reaction to her death.
The text of Liù's aria is the following.

,,You who are girdled with ice
Who have been conquered by so
much flame
You will love him too!
Before this dawn
I will close my weary eyes
So that he may win again
He may win again...
To not, to not see him any more!
Before this dawn, this dawn
I will close my weary eyes
To not see him any more!''
Old Man in Sorrow, Van Gogh
After this end of the opera,
there is no place for something more.
Everything is left in ruins.
The pure character fell.
The painting by Van Gogh expresses
this desperate sorrow very intensely to me.
Everything is said without a word...

Sometimes there is no hope anymore.
Sometimes there is no light.
Just deep, desperate sorrow.
In Turandot's original ending it is like this
to me.
What should come after it?
Everything is said.
It is darkest night.

When I think of sorrow I remember 
also another piece.
It is very different though.
I think of Mozart's 'Lacrimosa' from
his Requiem.

,,Lacrimosa dies illa
Qua resurget ex favilla
Judicandus homo reus.
Huic ergo parce, Deus:
Pie Jesu Domine,
Dona eis requiem.

Full of tears will be that day
When from the ashes shall arise
The guilty man to be judged;
Therefore spare him, O God,
Merciful Lord Jesus,
Grant them eternal rest.

It is another kind of sorrow.
A less personal one.
Here it is about the whole humanity.
Mozart never finishes his Lacrimosa.
He dies over writing the Requiem.
What did he probably feel at the end of his life?
What did he feel writing this Requiem,
writing his Requiem?

The Lacrimosa is written in D minor
but finishes with a bright D major chord.
What is this D major of the Lacrimosa
in the end?

Is it hope?
Is it about a new beginning after
the sorrow?
Is it the hope for something bigger after

This everybody has to answer for himself...

Mozart Requiem ‚Lacrimosa‘

What do you feel?