Translation © by Emily Ezust

Soll sich der Mond nicht heller scheinen
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): DUT ENG FRE
"Soll sich der Mond nicht heller scheinen,
Soll sich die Sonn' nicht früh aufgehn,
So will ich diese Nacht gehn freien,
Wie ich zuvor auch hab' getan."

Als er wohl auf die Gasse trat,
Da fing er an ein Lied und sang,
Er sang aus schöner, aus heller Stimme,
Daß sein fein's Lieb zum Bett aussprang.

"Steh still, steh still, mein feines Lieb,
Steh still, steh still und rühr dich nicht,
Sonst weckst du Vater, sonst weckst du Mutter,
Das ist uns beiden nicht wohlgetan."

"Was frag' ich nach Vater, was frag' ich nach Mutter,
Vor deinem Schlaffenster muß ich stehn,
Ich will mein schönes Lieb anschauen,
Um das ich muß so ferne gehn."

Da standen die zwei wohl beieinander
Mit ihren zarten Mündelein,
Der Wächter blies wohl in sein Hörnelein,
Ade, es muß geschieden sein.

Ach, Scheiden, Scheiden über Scheiden,
Scheiden tut meinem jungen Herzen weh,
Daß ich mein schön Herzlieb muß meiden,
Das vergeß' ich nimmermehr.

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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, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , title 1: "If the moon doesn't shine more brightly", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , title unknown, copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , title 1: "Voor het venster", copyright © 2014, (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: 2014-06-16 10:01:54
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Word count: 158

If the moon doesn't shine more brightly
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
"If the moon doesn't shine more brightly,
If the sun doesn't rise early,
Then I will this night go courting,
As I have done before."

When he had stepped out into the street,
There he began a song, and sang;
He sang with a beautiful, bright voice,
So that his sweetheart sprang out of her bed.

"Be still, be still, my sweetheart!
Be still, be still, and do not stir,
Or you'll wake up Father or Mother,
And that is not good for either of us!"

"What do I care for your father or mother?
In front of your bedroom window I must stand.
I want to gaze upon my pretty love,
For whose sake I must go so far away."

The two stood side by side,
With their gentle little mouths;
Then the watchman blew his horn.
Adieu - we must part!

Parting, parting time again,
Parting hurts my young heart so!
That I am forced to flee from my pretty darling,
I will never forget.

Authorship

  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust

    Emily Ezust permits her translations to be reproduced without prior permission for printed (not online) programs to free-admission concerts only, provided the following credit is given:

    Translation copyright © by Emily Ezust,
    from the LiederNet Archive -- https://www.lieder.net/

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Text added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:01:54
Line count: 24
Word count: 167