The night is still, the streets are at peace

Für die Liebe!

Text by Heinrich Heine (1797-1856)
Translated into English by Joseph Massaad 
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The night is still, the streets are at peace,
It's in this house that my treasure had settled down;
It's been a while since she left town,
But the house still remains at the same place.

A man stands there and stares up in space,
He wrings his hands with the violence of his pain;
I shudder when I happen to see his face:
The moon reveals his and mine as the same.

You spooky double! Pale fellow!
Why do you imitate love and its painful ways
That, in this place, caused me so much sorrow,
During so many nights, in older days?