My Dear, Lay Your Hand Here

By Heinrich Heine

My dear, lay your hand here upon my heart, --
You hear how it thumps in the chamber part?
A carpenter dwells in there wickedly,
He's building a coffin just for me.

He bangs and he hammers all night and all day,
He's kept me forever awake this way,
Come on, Mister Carpenter, make it fast,
So I can get to sleep at last.

 Posted by permission of the translator ~ © 2009

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