Finally, "Palmstrom to a Nightingale that Would Not Let
Him Sleep."
"Why do you not transform yourself to a fish?
And, in this matter of song, perform accordingly?
For otherwise, through the long nights,
how can slumber restore my eyes and blossom
on my pillow, which is most needful?
Then, do.
If you're a noble fellow.
And your wife, too, on the nest.
How sweetly you will astound her when you shine forth
like a flounder, blissfully at rest
on the top branch of your tree.
[LAUGHTER] Or when you flutter around her
like a flying mackerel.
[LAUGHTER] Heavenly Philomel, you will do me this courtesy?"
[APPLAUSE]