Stille Nacht, Heilige Nacht
My unpoetical but painfully accurate translation:
Silent night, holy night. Everything sleeps. Only the trusting (or "trustworthy" or even "avowed"), highly-blessed couple wake - lovely little boy with curly hair. Sleep in heavenly peace. Sleep in heavenly peace.
As a child I thought we were singing "Hol der Knabe ..." which means "get the boy." Ah, lovely child hood!
A sweet, delicate and heavenly peace to all!
1 Comments:
Dear Elaine,
That's a lovely translation. (Her Majesty needs a Kleenex now; I always cry when I hear or read beautiful verse.)
Hope your Christmas was peaceful and that the new year is full of wonderful experiences for you.
Very truly yours,
EB
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