Your sweetheart forever leaving,
Friend, you swear me to love!..
And in lands of boring living
To preserve the pledge above!..
Outside our Denmark, happy,
Your dark shores lay in grief...
And the tide, enraged and gabby,
Washes tears on a reef...
Dressed not in the silk and silver,
My sweet hero will come back...
In the coffin just will shiver
Bands and feathers — black...
Разлучаясь с девой милой,
Друг, ты клялся мне любить!
Уезжая в край постылый,
Клятву данную хранить!..
Там, за Данией счастливой,
Берега твои во мгле…
Вал сердитый, говорливый
Моет слезы на скале…
Милый воин не вернется,
Весь одетый в серебро…
В гробе тяжко всколыхнется
Бант и черное перо…
«Though we have parted, on my breast / your likeness as of old I wear. / It brings my spirit joy and rest, / pale phantom of a happier year. To other passions now I thrill, / yet cannot leave this love of mine. / A cast-down idol – god-like still, / a shrine abandoned, yet a shrine.»
«I come out to the path, alone, / Night and wildness are referred to God, / Through the mist, the road gleams with stone, / Stars are speaking in the shinning lot. There is grave and wonderful in heaven; / Earth is sleeping in a pale-blue light... / Why is then my heart such pined and heav...»
«Alone, I come to the road. / The stony track gleams in the mist: / the calm night listens to God, / and star is speaking to star. All’s marvellous, grave, in the sky! / Earth sleeps in the radiant blue… / Why such pain then, such weight on the heart? / Do I regret, wait for somethin...»
«Don’t tempt me with your tender ruses, / with the return of passion’s blaze: / a disenchanted man refuses / inveiglements of former days! / My faith in faithfulness has faded, / my faith in love has passed its prime; / I won’t indugle another time / in dreams degrading and degrad...»