Nun liegt die Welt im Traume,
Berauscht von Glanz und Duft --
Kein Blatt regt sich am Baume,
Kein Vöglein in der Luft.
Die müden Sterne neigen
Zur Ruh' schon ihren Lauf,
Doch mir im Herzen steigen
Noch schön're Sterne auf.
Was mir der Tag beschieden,
Ward sorglos nie vollbracht,
Doch selig ist der Frieden
Der stillen heiligen Nacht!
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Confirmed with Friedrich Bodenstedt, Aus dem Nachlasse Mirza-Schaffy's Neues Liederbuch, Berlin: A. Hoffmann & Comp., [1878], page 171.
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- a text in Azerbaijani (Azərbaycan dili) by Mirzə Şəfi Vazeh (1794 - 1852) [text unavailable]
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The world now lies dreaming,
Intoxicated with radiance and scent --
No leaf moves upon the tree,
No bird moves in the air.
The weary stars are already
Wending their way to rest,
But in my heart there arise
Even more beautiful stars.
That which the day presented to me
Was never accomplished without anxieties,
But blessed is the peace
Of the quiet, holy night!
