Saint Nicholas "Come …
Saint Nicholas
Author: Christoph von Schmid
"Come on, Mother, bring in the light!
The sun is down;
The dark night finally breaks in -
O keep your word now!
Tell me about Saint Nicholas in one piece,
And then hand out presents;
He brings such beautiful gifts
The girls and the boy!"
The mother brings forthwith the light,
Willing to please,
And sets with smiling face
To be in the center of the children.
The lamp shines clearly
The fair little muntre flock;
The mother, good and wise,
Look around happily.
"Once upon a time," she starts now,
"A rich lord of nobility;
Mr. Woldemar, a good man,
Despite his enemies' rebukes.
Even all three of his daughters,
You were pious, clever about it,
Of a childlike mind
And meek as a rosebloom.
The enemy's robbing them of their possessions,
And puts her castle in flames;
Scare away Fierce Warrior Fury,
They all escaped together.
The daughters and the father draw'n
To a faraway place,
And live there with shame
In a bad chamber.
Father gets sick of misery;
He only has straw for bed,
No doctor found himself drinking a potion
prescribed for him.
The poor sick man, dear God,
He barely had the dry bread!
The fragile lady thinks
Almost to be passed with weeping.
Only the sick father speaks,
And fold your hands piously:
"You good children, don't weep,
I'm coming to an end!
? I old man's about to sink down
To your mother's grave -
And share after these sufferings
With her of heaven's joys.
But how will you orphans fare
In your tender youth?
There's no one to stand by you -
To protect your virtue!
Ah, like a false serpent
Threaten the seduction!
Oh, God! Want this poor man
Have fatherly mercy on you!"
It was already midnight,
You knock on the store;
A young lady has barely opened the door -
"God be with us in mercy!" -
So something flies, like a stone,
It's hard to open the store -
But on the ground rolled
A heavy bag of gold!
The Father cries: "Good God,
You've heard my plea,
And in the greatest distress
Give us rich help!"
The daughters sink to their knees,
And crying with joy, they thank;
In their wet looks
Shines with joy and delight.
The lady now, busy happy,
Taking care of your father;
In a soft bed instead of straw
Behold him already the morning.
One calls the doctor,
The other one gets the medicine,
The third one is on the herd,
That he will soon be refreshed.
Loyal care gives the old man
New powers soon;
Beautifully arranged the Miss Diligence
Domestic business;
The bravest nobleman in the country
Soon applied for Emma's hand;
The sufferings are followed by
The joy of the wedding feast!
But sigh Woldemar to God
The very next morning:
"Ah, before I die.
Take care of my second child!
O God! Send help again,
Otherwise I can't remember any help -
I gave so much,
And hardly even to live anymore!"
The two girls soon after
Late at night we're out of our minds;
Then one calls: "Open the shop,
You little kids in there!"
The store was barely open,
Thus an unknown man throws
Money in the room again -
They'll never see him.
The misses respect this happiness
As a gift from above;
They thank with a delighted look
The good Dealer upstairs.
Mighty Bertha soon became
The bride of knight Theobald;
The father follows the couple
Full of joy to the altar.
The old man begs:
"Oh, God, another request
Do as you've done for two,
Also for daughters third!
Take this worry stone off me,
Then do not frighten me death and grave;
O then I will gladly
Part with my fathers!"
Once he woke up in the moonlight,
Immersed in pious supplication;
A man with a lovely face
Can be seen at the window -
He throws the window open
Third time money in,
And quickly he was gone
And nowhere found.
The father takes the money with pleasure,
For a worthy husband
The youngest girl, Adelheid,
Now also still to equip.
The early marriages of every couple
Also appears at the altar,
And then at the wedding feast,
In the candlelit hall.
"But who was that strange man
"who founded our happiness?"
Now the old father begins,
"Who is it that finds him -
A philanthropist of nobility,
Who does so in secret good?
Ah, our hearts are burning
Forgotten to know him!"
The father comes in the tenth year
To the capital in the country;
He sees the bishop at the altar
In sacred robes;
And immediately knows the face,
That he once saw in the moonlight,
On such noble traits
With heavenly pleasure.
Woldemar immediately appoints,
To kindle love and thanks,
The daughters, sons, grandchildren flock
By messengers quickly together;
And to the pious bishop
He all deeply moved.
They fall at his feet
And a thousand tears flow.
The pious noble bishop speaks
With a quiet gesture:
"I that only my Christian duty -
Rise from the earth!
Why do you praise me little man?
Only God in heaven worships;
He, he only can save us
Out of all our troubles!
Innocence is in danger
In this world of flaws;
May a true Christian always be
A good angel for her
God gave us goods for the earth
To alleviate his children's misery;
Who else uses it -
Watch as it ends!"
The bishop was Saint Nicholas,
In his memory
We parents of every child in the house
I'll give you a present today.
And because he secretly and at night
The mild gifts always brought,
That's just how they're gonna
Given in such a way.
May you, children, be like that young lady,
Always cherish the parents,
So the good Lord will also give you
Much for good;
Yes, always be good, like Santa Claus,
Merciful, mild, full of nobility -
So after this life.
Give you God to heaven.
