Come heavy sleep (John Dowland)

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General Information

Title: Come heavy sleep
Composer: John Dowland

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularLute song

Language: English
Instruments: Lute

Published: The First Booke of Songs or Ayres (1597), no. 20

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Original text and translations

English.png English text

1. Come heavy sleep, the image of true death;
and close up these my weary weeping eies:
Whose spring of tears doth stop my vitall breath,
and tears my hart with sorrows sign swoln cries:
Com and possess my tired thoughts, worne soule,
That living dies, till thou on me be stoule.

2. Come shadow of my end, and shape of rest,
Allied to death, child to blakefact night:
Come thou and charm these rebels in my breast,
Whose waking fancies doe my mind affright.
O come sweet sleepe; come, or I die ever:
Come ere my last sleep comes, or come never.
 

Polish.png Polish translation

by Stanisław Jonczyk

1. Przyjdź, Śnie ponury, podobny Śmierci
I zamknij moje oczy spłakane.
Łez strumień tamuje mi oddech w piersi,
I broczy me serce szlochaniem wstrząsane.
Zanim całun na mnie narzucą,
Przyjdź i zawładnij zmęczoną duszą.

2. Przyjdźże, końca rychłego cieniu,
Dziecko ciemności, coś bratem Kostusze,
I zduś buntownika w mej piersi sklepieniu,
Którego majaki trwożą mą duszę.
Nim wydam z siebie tchnienie ostatnie,
Przyjdź! Przyjdź albo odejdź na zawsze.