Taking home the bride

Text by Heinrich Heine (1797-1856)
Translated into English by Joseph Massaad 

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I go not alone, my sweet love,
For you must come with me
To the dear, old and horrorsome room,
In the dreary, cold house, full of gloom,
Where at its portal my mother stern
Crouches and awaits her son's return.

" Away from me, you fearful man!
Who summoned you here?
Your hand is cold, though your breath is burning,
Your face is pale, though your eye is sparkling;
But I'd rather spend my time in fun,
Where the roses breathe and beams the sun. "

Let the roses breathe, let the sun beam,
My darling sweetheart!
Put on your white veil and bridal attire
And pluck the resounding chords of the lyre
And sing a wedding-song to me,
The night wind pipes its melody. "