Come dear, set your world apart
And on me yourself bestow;
Even should I take your heart,
No one in the world would know.
Come, let us a wandering leave
Down steep winding sylvan ways
And amidst the twilight eve
Listen what the forest says.
O’er our path amidst the trees
Stars will silently appear;
Come dear one, except for these,
No one in the world will hear.
Your gold hair you will untwist
And most lovely you will be;
Should I hug you, don’t resist,
No one in the world will see.
Now the distant bagpipes’ croon
Does the sacred night invade,
While appears the climbing moon
O’er the silver beech-tree’s glade.
And amidst the boughs her light
Does enchanted shadows trace;
And I lose my senses quite
Gazing dear upon your face.
But you sigh and turn away,
You would dwell, yet do not dare,
You would go, and yet you stay,
Angel you with hanging hair.
Look, the water’s iridescent
Where the moon in splendour shines.
And within the lake her crescent
Its sweet loneliness enshrines.
On its surface starlight trembles,
Ripples through the rushes creep;
In its dreams the world assembles
And it cannot fall asleep.
While your lovely face beguiling
Holds it a mirror there,
What do you regard in smiling?
Don’t you know that you are fair?
Blue the starlit heavens high,
Stars that in the water glow,
On the lake and in the sky,
Stars above and stars below.
Here the lime-tree’s scent is blown,
Here the twilight casts its spell,
And we two are quite alone,
And so happy words can’t tell.
Lonely hangs the moon at rest
O’er the stream where vapour furls,
And I close you to my breast
Maiden mine, with golden curls.
Translated by Corneliu M. Popescu