Thoughts and happenings from a life on Malta

I feel I should share these beautiful lyrics of a Fado (a music genre originating from Portugal in the 1820s) which were sent to me last Sunday. Thank you M.

Ask the night

 

Ask the night to tell you

How often it has seen me

In search of your shadow

In the streets of the city.

 

Ask the night to tell you

How often it has heard me

Calling quietly for you

In a murmur of yearning.

 

Ask the night to tell you

How many tears I have shed

As the breeze whispered

Your name in my ear.

 

Ask the night to show you the paths

That I invented

In a dream as I imagined

Our two bodies united.

 

Tell the night your secrets;

Only it can keep them.

Tell it whether a place exists in your heart,

To which I can flee.

 

Keep your fears from the night

So that you can reveal

That you like me just as much

In the quiet of this night.

 

Ask the moon not to come

And eavesdrop on our desire,

So that the sound of the plaintive night

Veils us in soft caresses,

So that the darkness remains

To unite us in a kiss;

And a radiant and hot sun

Shall shine this night.