píngānyè，shèngshànyè! wànàn zhōng, guānghuá shè ,
Silent night, Holy night. All is calm, all is bright
zhào zhe shèngmǔ yě zhào zhe shèngyīng , duōshǎo cíxiáng yě duōshǎo tiānzhēn ,
Round yon virgin Mother and Child. Holy infant so tender and mild
jìngxiǎng tiāncì ānmián, jìngxiǎng tiāncì ānmián.
Sleep in heavenly peace. Sleep in heavenly peace
píngānyè, shèngshànyè! mùyángrén, zài kuàngyě,
Silent night, holy night. Shepherds quake at the sight
hūrán kànjiàn le tianshàng guānghuá,tīngjiàn tiānjūn chàng hālìlùyà,
Glories stream from Heaven afar. Heavenly hosts sing Hallelujah
jiùzhǔ jīnyè jiàngshēng, jiùzhǔ jīnyè jiàngshēng!
Christ the Saviour is born. Christ the Saviour is born
píngānyè, shèngshànyè! shénzǐ ài, guāngjiǎjié ,
Silent night, holy night. Son of God, love’s pure light
jiùshú hóngēn de límíng láidào, shèngróng fāchū láiróng guāngpǔzhào ,
Radiant beams from Thy holy face. With the dawn of redeeming grace
yēsū wǒ zhǔ jiàngshēng, yēsū wǒ zhǔ jiàngshēng!
Jesus, Lord at Thy birth. Jesus, Lord at Thy birth
Quotes about night:
Night time is really the best time to work. All the ideas are there to be yours because everyone else is asleep. ~Catherine O’Hara
There they stand, the innumerable stars, shining in order like a living hymn, written in light. ~N.P. Willis
I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day. ~Vincent Van Gogh
The night walked down the sky with the moon in her hand. ~Frederick L. Knowles
There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls. ~George Carlin, Brain Droppings, 1997
Most glorious night!
Thou wert not sent for slumber!
~Lord Byron, Childe Harold
Night is a world lit by itself. ~Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin
Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree. ~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
By night, an atheist half believes in God. ~Edward Young, Night Thoughts
O radiant Dark! O darkly fostered ray!
Thou hast a joy too deep for shallow Day.
~George Eliot, The Spanish Gypsy
Moonlight is sculpture. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne
Metaphor for the night sky: A trillion asterisks and no explanations. ~Robert Brault, www.robertbrault.com
Research is the name given the crystal formed when the night’s worry is added to the day’s sweat. ~Martin H. Fischer
Twilight drops her curtain down, and pins it with a star. ~Lucy Maud Montgomery
Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,
Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Evangeline
What I take from my nights, I add to my days. ~Leon de Rotrou, “Vencelas,” translated
Mine is the night, with all her stars. ~Edward Young
One summer night, out on a flat headland, all but surrounded by the waters of the bay, the horizons were remote and distant rims on the edge of space. Millions of stars blazed in darkness, and on the far shore a few lights burned in cottages. Otherwise there was no reminder of human life. My companion and I were alone with the stars: the misty river of the Milky Way flowing across the sky, the patterns of the constellations standing out bright and clear, a blazing planet low on the horizon. It occurred to me that if this were a sight that could be seen only once in a century, this little headland would be thronged with spectators. But it can be seen many scores of nights in any year, and so the lights burned in the cottages and the inhabitants probably gave not a thought to the beauty overhead; and because they could see it almost any night, perhaps they never will. ~Rachel Carson
If the Stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore; and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God which had been shown! But every night come out these envoys of beauty, and light the universe with their admonishing smile. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
O wild and wondrous midnight,
There is a might in thee
To make the charmed body
Almost like spirit be,
And give it some faint glimpses
~James Russell Lowell, Midnight
I cannot walk through the suburbs in the solitude of the night without thinking that the night pleases us because it suppresses idle details, just as our memory does. ~Jorge Luis Borges
These quotes from: http://www.quotegarden.com/night.html