La notte prima di Natale: Italian translation of Clement C. Moore’s Night Before Christmas

Come un dono speciale per tutti voi, proseguo
on la traduzione di questa celebre poesia:

As a special gift for all of you, I continue with
the translation of this famous poem:

Era la notte prima di Natale e tutta la casa era in silenzio,
nulla si muoveva, neppure un topino.
Le calze, appese in bell’ordine al camino,
aspettavano che Babbo Natale arrivasse.

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

I bambini rannicchiati al calduccio nei loro lettini
sognavano dolcetti e zuccherini;
La mamma nel suo scialle ed io col mio beretto
stavamo per andare a dormire

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap,

Quando, dal giardino di fronte alla casa, c’era un rumore
Corsi alla finestra per vedere che cosa fosse successo,
spalancai le imposte e alzai il saliscendi.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

La luna sul manto di neve appena caduta
illuminava a giorno ogni cosa
ed io vidi , con mia grande sorpresa,
una slitta in miniatura tirata da ott minuscole renne

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

E guidata da un piccolo vecchio conducente arzillo e vivace;
capii subito che doveva essere Babbo Natale.
Le renne erano più veloci delle aquile
e lui le incitava chimandole per nome.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:

“Dai, Saetta! Dai, Ballerino!
Dai, Rampante e Bizzoso!
Su, Cometa! Su, Cupido! Su, Tuono e Tempesta!
Su in cima al portico e su per la parete!
Dai presto, Muovetevi!”

“Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”

Leggere come foglie portate da un mulinello di vento,
le renne volarono sul tetto della casa,
trainando la slitta piena di giocattoli.

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St. Nicholas too.

Udii lo scalpiccio degli zoccoli sul tetto,
non feci in tempo a voltarmi che
Babbo Natale venne giù dal camino con un tonfo.
Era tutto vestito di pelliccia, do capo a piedi,

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

tutto sporco di cenere e fuliggine
con un gran sacco sulle spalle pieno di giocattoli:
sembrava un venditore ambulante
sul punto di mostrate la sua mercanzia!

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

I suoi occhi come brillavano! Le sue fossette che allegria!
Le guance rubiconde, il naso a ciliegia!
La bocca piccola e buffa arcuata in un sorriso,
la barba bianca come la neve,

His eyes–how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

Aveva in bocca una pipa
è il fumo circondava la sua testa come una ghirlanda.
Il viso era largo e la pancia rotonda
sobbalzava come una ciotola di gelatina quando rideva.

he stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly.

Era paffuto e grassottello, metteva allegria,
e senza volerlo io scoppiai in una risata.
Mi fece un cenno col capo ammiccando
e la mia paura spari,

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

Non disse una parola e tornò al suo lavoro.
Riempì una per una tutte le calze, poi si voltò,
accennò un saluto col capo e sparì su per il camino.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

Balzò sulla slitta, diede un fischio alle renne
e volò via veloce come il piumino di un cardo.
Ma prima di sparire dalla mia vista lo udii esclamare:
Buon Natale a tutti e a tutti buona notte!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.”