My nightingale, nightingale

My nightingale, nightingale

Sweet-voiced nightingale!

To where are you flying?

Where will you sing all night?

Will some other unfortunate maiden like me

Listen to you tonight,

Unable to close her eyes,

Drowning in tears?

You fly, my nightingale,

over thirty-nine lands

over blue seas

to foreign shores;

Travel through every country,

Through villages, through towns:

You will not find anywhere

Someone more unhappy than I!