My songs beckon softly through the night to you; |
Come to me beloved, below in the quiet grove!
The rustle of slender leaf tips whispers in the moonlight;
Do not fear the evil spying of the betrayer, my dear.
Do you hear the nightingales call? Ah, they beckon to you,
With the sweet sound of their singing they beckon to you for me.
They understand the heart's longing, know the pain of love,
They calm each tender heart with their silver tones.
Let them also stir within your breast, beloved, hear me!
Trembling, I wait for you,
Come, please me!