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VENTUROSOS PASTORES MARCHEMOS

Agua Fria MS., (2), sung at beginning of ACT 2

1. Venturosos pastores marchemos
A rendir vuestro fiel corazón
A dejar las molestas prisiones
Que nos puso el tirano dragón.

Chorus-
A Belén presurosos marchemos,
A render vuestro fiel corazón
Al Dios Niño nacido entre pajas
Resistiendo el frío y el rigor.

2. El placer y el contento en nosotros
Ya por siempre su* aciente(?) tomo,  *in MS.
Oh! Qué dicha cantemos pastores
Entonando y diciendo a una voz.

3. Cándidas avecillas
Entonen dulces cánticos
Que el hacedor benéfico
Viste el oriente de placida luz.

4. Y al puro rocío líquido
Se cuaja en las bellas flores
Y esos cristales líquidos
Esto sí aman los pastores. 

5.Todos complacidos y contentos
Vamos *arriando al ganado *arreando
Pues ya la hora se ha llegado
De sufrir al crudo viento.

Translation (poetic)

1. Forward, let’s go, fortunate shepherds,
To offer our loyal hearts in allegiance,
And leave the troublesome prisons
Imposed on us by the tyrannous dragon.

Chorus:
To Bethlehem, in haste we go
To offer *our loyal hearts in allegiance
To the Christ Child in the straw,
Shivering and suffering from cold.
* The song is sung by a chorus, to the shepherds, hence vuestro (your). The translation by L. W. Brown gives the song to the shepherds, thus "our."

2. Pleasure and content have come to us,
Forever with us to stride.
Oh! What felicity. Shepherds, let’s sing,
Raising our voices, and uttering as one.

3. Come little birds,
Sing your sweet songs,
For Lipido’s first flush
Has arrayed the East in soft light.

(Suggested translation, verse 3)
White birds,
Sing sweet songs,
How beneficient is the Creator
Who has adorned the east with peaceful light!

4. And the pure and liquid dew
Has jelled on the beautiful flowers,
And these liquid crystals
Are beloved of the shepherds.

5. All together, happy and content,
Forward we go, driving our flocks,
For the hour has arrived
To face the cruel winds.

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