«Through this day's sweaty fog / Let’s shake this sleepy fiord! — / Hey, Captain! You must take / Me as your aid on board! We will then make our way, / Sail by some ancient tombs, / By churches' old remains, / By human griefs and pains… Unhappy thoughts — be gone! / Tiresome ...»
«Hot is that fog of the day. / Let's shake up sleepy fiord! — / Hey! Captain! Have your say! / Take me the first on board! / Sail, sail, sail / Passing by ancient graves, / Passing by church's frames, / Family conflicts, decays... / Borring thoughts — out of mind! / Laziness ...»
«When a tired day bowed down to the night / The waves fell still, the birds wouldn’t fly, / The sun set down over the hills (what a sight!) / And musingly the moon floated in the sky. / In the vale, the peaceful silvery brook / Babbled sweet nothings to the hushed dale, / While dark for...»
«Mẹ có còn sống chăng thưa mẹ? / Con cũng còn sống đây. Xin chào mẹ của con! / Ánh sáng diệu kì vào lúc chiều hôm / Xin cứ tỏa trên mái nhà của mẹ. Người ta viết cho con rằng mẹ / Phiền muộn lo âu quá đỗi về con / Rằng mẹ th...»