Darkness descends <br />on Alpujara's golden land. <br />My guitar invites you, <br />come out my dear! <br /> <br />Whoever says that there are others <br />who can be compared to you, <br />whoever burns for your love, <br />I challenge them all to a duel! <br /> <br />Now the moon <br />has set the sky alight, <br />come out, Nisetta, oh come out, Nisetta, <br />on to your balcony, quickly! <br /> <br />From Seville to Granada <br />in the silence of the nights, <br />one can hear the sound of serenades <br />and the clashing of swords. <br /> <br />Much blood, many songs, <br />pour forth for the lovely ladies; <br />and I, for the loveliest one of all <br />am ready to give my song and my blood. <br /> <br />Now the moon <br />has set the sky alight, <br />Come out, Nisetta, oh come out, Nisetta, <br />on to your balcony, quickly!<br /><br />Aleksey Konstantinovich Tolstoy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/don-juan-s-serenade/
