اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
When the silvery moon
Shines through the flutt'ring leaves
When her pale, drowsy light
Over the field she throws
And the nightingale warbles
I go sadly o'er hill and vale.somewhere hid in the leaves
Two softly cooing doves fill my heart with delightyet, do I turn away
Turn to shadows that are darker
In my eye is but one tearwhere
Oh vision whose smile streams like the rosy dawn
Through the depths of my soul, where
On this earth are you?in my eye is but one tear
It burns me
Burns upon my cheek
