Goodnight

🇮🇸✨ Óska þér norræn nótt, þar sem segulljós dansa á augnlokum þínum sem draumar víkinga, og þú sefur í faðmi hvíta þagnarinnar eins og hluti af sögu íss og ljóss.

I wish you a Nordic night, where the northern lights dance on your eyelids like the dreams of ancient Vikings, and you sleep in the embrace of white silence as if you were part of an epic of ice and light.

Source: The Viking Spirit by Daniel McCoy (UT Press, 2016)

🇳🇴🏔️ Jeg ønsker deg en norsk natt som en skog av furu og stille fjorder, hvor nordlyset hvisker vikingenes gamle historier, og du sover som en liten båt som hviler etter en lang reise i et kaldt, men rent hav.

I wish you a Norwegian night like a forest of pine and quiet fjords, where the northern lights whisper the old stories of the Vikings, and you sleep like a small boat resting after a long journey in a cold but clean sea.

Source: The History of Norway by John Midgaard (Cambridge reference, 1963)

🇫🇮🎄 Toivon sinulle suomalaista yötä, jossa kaikki maailman äänet vaikenevat paitsi lämpimän saunan kuiskaus ja revontulten tanssi, unesi kietoutuvat ympärillesi kuin napapiirin villainen peitto, ja lepäät kuin puu loputtomassa metsässä.

I wish you a Finnish night where all the sounds of the world fall silent except the whisper of the warm sauna and the dance of the aurora borealis, your dreams wrap around you like a woolen blanket from the Arctic Circle, and you rest like a tree in an endless forest.

Source: Finland: A Cultural History by John H. Wuorinen (Columbia UP, 1931)

🇫🇴🌊 Eg ynski tær eina føroyska nátt, har kvøldsetan rísur kringum gamlan eld, og andin "Kópakonan" verjir teg við veingjum úr sjó- og vindasøgum.

I wish you a Faroese night, where the evening songs rise around an ancient fire, and the spirit of the Seal Woman guards you with wings of sea and wind legends.

Source: The Faroe Islands by Jonathan Wylie (UP Kentucky, 2014)

🇬🇱❄️ Kissaatit Kalaallit Nunaata unnua, eqqissisuumik qilak aatsitassat sikut ukiuni túsindassani qaqortumik qeqqusuttut, åndedråt dit søvner som en isbjørns ånde i en hule af sne.

I wish you a Greenlandic night like the northern lights dancing on thousand-year-old ice. Your breath sleeps like a polar bear's breath in a snow cave, and the silence of the ice pulses with a quiet warmth known only to the people of the Arctic Circle.

Source: The Greenlanders by Jane Smiley (Anchor, 1988)

🇱🇹🌲 Lai tev baltijas nakts kā dzintara un priedes mežs, kurā senais aukstuma jūra čukst stāstus par klusajiem lietus un tauto gariem, kas nekad nav locijušies.

I wish you a Baltic night like a forest of amber and pine, where the ancient sea of cold whispers stories of silent rains and the spirits of peoples who never bowed.

Source: The Baltic States by Kevin O'Connor (Palgrave Macmillan, 2003)

🇳🇱🌷 Ik wens je een Nederlandse nacht waarin maneschijn op je grachten regent als Rembrandts fluwelen dromen, en je hart rust op het ritme van windmolens die niet stoppen met vreugde schetsen.

I wish you a Dutch night where moonlight rains on your canals like Rembrandt's velvet dreams, and your heart rests to the rhythm of windmills that never stop sketching joy.

Source: Dutch Culture in the Golden Age by J.L. Price (Reaktion, 2011)

🇧🇪🍫 Ik wens je een Belgische nacht, half Vlaams dik als warm schuim, half Waals geheim als een microscopisch beeld in een schilderij van Bruegel, en met een smaak van pure chocolade die smelt in je stilte.

I wish you a Belgian night, half Flemish thick as warm foam, half Walloon as secret as a microscopic image in a painting by Bruegel, with a taste of dark chocolate melting in your silence.

Source: A Concise History of Belgium (Cambridge UP, recent)

🇩🇪🌲 Ich wünsche dir eine deutsche Nacht, tief wie Rilkes schweigendes Gedicht, wo das Mondlicht durch den Schwarzwald fällt wie Silberfäden und Erinnerungen, und du schläfst im Rhythmus einer alten Pendeluhr, die den Frieden für dich bewahrt.

I wish you a German night, deep as Rilke's silent poem, where the moonlight falls through the Black Forest like silver threads and memories, and you sleep to the rhythm of an old pendulum clock that keeps peace for you.

Source: The German Night by Peter Jelavich (Harvard UP, 2020)

🇨🇭⛰️ Ich wünsche dir eine Schweizer Nacht wie eine feine und sanfte Kuckucksuhr, in der das Läuten der Berge mit dem Flüstern der Seen verschmilzt und deine Mühe auf einem Kissen aus Schokolade und ewigem Schnee ruht.

I wish you a Swiss night like a fine and gentle cuckoo clock, where the ringing of the mountains blends with the whispering of the lakes, and your fatigue rests on a pillow of chocolate and eternal snow.

Source: Swiss Democracy by Wolf Linder (Springer, 2021)

🇫🇷🥖 Je te souhaite une nuit française où les idées dorment sur des oreillers d'imagination, où les rêves glissent entre des phrases déconstruites à la Deleuze, et où tu restes élégant jusqu'à la dernière seconde de la nuit.

I wish you a French night where ideas sleep on pillows of imagination, where dreams glide between sentences deconstructed à la Deleuze, and you remain elegant until the very last second of the night.

Source: The Culture of Time and Space by Stephen Kern (Harvard UP, 2003)

🇮🇪🍀 Tá mé ag guí oíche Éireannach duit, déanta as glasóg agus báisteach bhog, ag seinm seanchas na gCeilteach ar do chláirsigh istigh, agus rinceann síoga i gcúinní do sheomra mar cheo éadrom.

I wish you an Irish night made of green and soft rain, where the ancient tales of the Celts play on your inner harp, and fairies dance in the corners of your room like light mist.

Source: The Irish Mythological Cycle by H. d'Arbois de Jubainville (Harvard UP, 1903)

🇵🇱📖 Życzę ci polskiej nocy jak wiersz Miłosza zawieszony między piekłem a łaską, gdzie mądrość Szymborskiej wkrada się jak kawałek węgla zmieniający się w diament, a myśl Lema chroni cię jak filozoficzna tarcza przed pustką wszechświata. Śpij głęboko, bo wiesz, że Polska nauczyła cię, że sen po głębokim myśleniu to małe zwycięstwo.

I wish you a Polish night like a poem by Miłosz suspended between hell and grace, where Szymborska's wisdom slips in like a piece of coal quietly turning into a diamond, and Lem's thought protects you like a philosophical shield against the void of the universe. Sleep deeply, because you know that Poland taught you that sleep after deep thinking is a small victory.

Source: Miłosz, Szymborska, Lem (UC Press / Harcourt / Harvest, 1968–1998)

🇨🇿🎭 Přeji ti československou noc, kde tvou duši objímají pražské mosty pod stříbrným měsícem, tvé sny se proplétají jako film na polštář pod ochranou andělů, a minulost s přítomností tančí v tvém spánku jako dřevěné loutky.

I wish you a Czechoslovak night where your soul is embraced by the bridges of Prague under a silver moon, your dreams intertwine like a pillow film under the protection of angels, and the past and present dance in your sleep like wooden puppets.

Source: Czechoslovakia: The State That Failed by Mary Heimann (Yale UP, 2009)

🇭🇺🎻 Kívánok egy magyar éjszakát, mint egy szomorú hegedűszó, ahol a gulyás gőze keveredik a kandalló melegével, és álmaid táncolnak a Duna két partján, mintha pilleként lebegnének.

I wish you a Hungarian night like a sad violin melody, where the steam of goulash mingles with the warmth of the fireplace, and your dreams dance on both banks of the Danube as if floating like butterflies.

Source: Hungary: A Short History by Norman Stone (Basic Books, 2019)

🇧🇬🌹 Të uroj një natë ballkanike, ku shpirti yt përqafon zjarrin e lulekuqes dhe ullirit, dhe ëndrrat tua thuren si kenge epike mes maleve e lumenjve që krijuan historinë e plagëve dhe lindjeve.

I wish you a Balkan night, where your soul embraces the fire of poppies and olives, and your dreams intertwine like an epic song between the mountains and rivers that made a history of wounds and births.

Source: The Balkans by Misha Glenny (Penguin, 2012)

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 Tha mi a' guidhe oidhche Albannach dhut mar sheann òran air a' phìob mhòir, measgaichte le frasan lochan is ceò nam beann, is tu a' cadal air do dhìon le uirsgeulan mu bheathaichean is ghaisgich.

I wish you a Scottish night like an old song on the bagpipes, mixing the spray of lochs with the mist of the highlands, and you sleep protected by legends of monsters and heroes, as if you were part of Robert Burns' immortal poetry.

Source: Scotland: A New History by Michael Lynch (Random House, 1992)

🇮🇹🍝 Ti auguro una notte italiana come un assolo di violino di Vivaldi, dove il chiaro di luna filtra attraverso gli archi dell'antica Roma, i tuoi sogni respirano profumo di basilico e limone tra le colline toscane, e ti addormenti come un'immagine calda in un film in bianco e nero di Fellini.

I wish you an Italian night like a Vivaldi violin solo, where moonlight filters through the arches of ancient Rome, your dreams breathe the scent of basil and lemon among the Tuscan hills, and you fall asleep like a warm image in a black-and-white Fellini film.

Source: Italian Cultural Studies by Forgacs & Lumley (Oxford UP, 1996)

🇸🇬🏙️ Aku doakan kau malam Singapura yang pelbagai bahasa dan masakan, bercampur cahaya pencakar langit dengan asap kemenyan Buddha, dan kau terlena pada irama kipas angin yang sunyi sebagai metafora moden.

I wish you a Singaporean night of many languages and cuisines, mixing the light of skyscrapers with the smoke of Buddhist incense, and you fall asleep to the rhythm of a quiet fan as a modern metaphor.

Source: Singapore: A Biography (National Museum of Singapore Press, 2009)

🇭🇰🌃 我祝你一夜香港，如一扇老建築裡的亮窗，霓虹馬賽克撞擊維多利亞的沉默，天際線閃耀如一顆不眠卻做夢的城市之心.

I wish you a Hong Kong night, like a lit window in an old building, where neon mosaics clash with Victoria's silence, and the skyline shines like the heart of a city that never sleeps but dreams.

Source: City of Darkness by Girard & Lambot (Watermark, 1993)

🇨🇳🐉 祝你一夜中国，千年岁月，把宇宙所有道卷进你的睡拳，你如竹种般沉睡，懂得何时沉默，何时破土.

I wish you a Chinese night thousands of years old, rolling all the Taos of the universe into your sleeping fist. You sleep like a bamboo seed, knowing when to be silent and when to break through the soil.

Source: Zhuangzi (Harvard UP, trans. Watson) / The Chinese Nightingale by Vachel Lindsay (Macmillan, 1917)

🇹🇭🌿 ขอให้คุณราตรีไทย เหมือนกลิ่นตะไคร้และข้าวสวย จิตวิญญาณคุณลอยบนแม่น้ำเจ้าพระยาในเรือใบไม้แห่งความฝัน.

I wish you a Thai night like the scent of lemongrass and jasmine rice, your soul floating on the Chao Phraya River in a boat made of dream leaves.

Source: Thai Women in the Global Labor Force by Mary Beth Mills (UC Press, 1999)

🇯🇵🎋 和の夜をあなたに。月明かりが障子を通り踴る「わしつ」の空間で、桜の夢が尺八の調べに乗って眠る。静かだが満ちている.

I wish you a Japanese night of washitsu, where moonlight dances through the shoji, and your cherry blossom dreams sleep to the melody of the shakuhachi — silent, yet full.

Source: In Praise of Shadows by Jun'ichirō Tanizaki (Leete's Island, 1977)

🇨🇦🍁 Je te souhaite une nuit canadienne aussi vaste que les forêts de la Colombie-Britannique, où les aurores boréales coulent sur les tentes de tes rêves comme le peuple inuit, et le silence des Grands Lacs te porte vers un sommeil sans limites.

I wish you a Canadian night as vast as the forests of British Columbia, where the northern lights flow over the tents of your dreams like the Inuit people, and the silence of the Great Lakes carries you into a limitless sleep.

Source: A Fair Country by John Ralston Saul (Penguin, 2008)

🌎🦋 Te deseo una noche latinoamericana, donde tu espíritu duerme al ritmo de la nayá y el charango, tus sueños se envuelven como un rebozo de colores de Frida y poemas de Neruda, y duermes sobre el pecho de una tierra que supo soñar con la lluvia y la revolución.

I wish you a Latin American night, where your spirit sleeps to the rhythm of the naya and charango, your dreams wrap around you like a shawl of Frida's colors and Neruda's poems, and you sleep on the chest of a land that knew how to dream of rain and revolution.

Source: The Labyrinth of Solitude by Octavio Paz (Yale UP, 1985)