by Johann Peter Uz (1720 - 1796)
Translation © by Laura Prichard

Die Nacht
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): CAT DUT ENG FRE
  Du verstörst uns nicht, o Nacht!
Sieh! wir trinken im Gebüsche;
Und ein kühler Wind erwacht,
Daß er unsern Wein erfrische.

  Mutter holder Dunkelheit,
Nacht! Vertraute süßer Sorgen,
Die betrogner Wachsamkeit
Viele Küsse schon verborgen!

  Dir allein sey mitbewußt,
Welch Vergnügen mich berausche,
Wann ich an geliebter Brust
Unter Thau und Bluhmen lausche!

  Murmelt ihr, wann alles ruht,
Murmelt, sanftbewegte Bäume,
Bey dem Sprudeln heischrer Fluth,
Mich in wollustvolle Träume!

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Confirmed with Sämtliche Poetische Werke von J. P. Uz. Erster Band. Leipzig in der Dykischen Buchhandlung. 1768, pages 149-150; and with Poetische Werke von Johann Peter Uz. Zweyter Band. Nach seinen eigenhändigen Verbesserungen herausgegeben von Christian Felix Weisse. Wien. Bey J. V. Degen, Buchdrucker und Buchhändler. 1805, page 116.


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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "La nit", copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "De nacht", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Laura Prichard) , "Night", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "La nuit", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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Text added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Last modified: 2018-05-23 12:01:57
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Word count: 71

Night
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
  You don’t disturb us, oh night!
See, we drink beneath the shrubbery, 
And a cool wind stirs,
And makes our wine refreshing.

  Mother, faithful darkness,
Night! confidante of our sweetest sorrows,
You have cheated vigilance
By the many kisses you’ve already hidden!

  You alone understand,
What pleasure intoxicates me,
When I, upon her bloved breast
rest beneath dew and flowers!

  They murmur to her, when all are asleep,
Murmur, gently moving trees,
In the effervescence of the imploring stream,
I revel in lascivious dreams!

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Text added to the website: 2015-12-29 00:00:00
Last modified: 2015-12-29 19:10:52
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Word count: 85