English translations of Drei Lieder, opus 60

So sleep now, little one [girl]!
What are you crying for?
Slumber is soft and sweet
in the moonlight.

Also, sleep comes more quickly
and without effort [in moonlight];
the moon delights in children
and loves them.

'Tis true, he1 loves the boys too,
but [he loves] the girls more,
[and he] amiably pours lovely gifts
from above,

down upon them, when they suckle,
quite wonderfully;
gives them blue eyes
and blond hair.

He is as old as a raven,
Sees many a land;
When my father was a boy
He already knew him.

And soon after her lying-in
my mother once
Talked to him about me:
she sat in the valley.

One evening hour,
her bosom bare
I lay with open mouth
upon her lap.

She gazed at me, for joy
she shed a tear,
the moon shone down upon us both,
I lay asleep;

Then she said: "Moon, o shine,
I love her,
Shine joy [down] for my little one!"
Her eye remained

Fixed on the moon for a long time
And continued to entreat. 
The moon began to tremble,
As if he heard.

And again and again, he thinks
of this gaze,
And from on high he shines down
upon me pure joy.

He shone into my face as a bride,
beneath my [bridal]-wreath. 
And during the celebratory wedding dance;
You weren't alive then yet.

 Ah, it is so dark in Death's chamber,
 sounds so sad when he moves about
 and now lifts up his heavy hammer
 and strikes the hour.

Today I want to be happy, happy,
to hear no manners, no behavior,
want to whirl around and cry out for joy,
and the king himself shall not prevent me from that.

For he (spring) is coming with a host of joys,
today, from the halls of the morning's red skies,
with a wreath of flowers around his chest and hair
and nightingales on his shoulder.

And his face is red and white,
and he is dripping with dew and fragrance and blessing.
Ah! may my thyrsus1 be a branch of buds,
and thus may I rush toward my friend.