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No Ljaaen han syng paa den saftige Voll, og alle Smaablomane slær han i Koll, og Grase av Roti han sopar. Det gjeng seg so lett i den doggmjuke Eng; i Skaarane svingar seg Dreng etter Dreng og slær, so or Vegen det ropar. Ja svinga, du Slaattar, og Vollane snøy! Det angar so godt av det nyslegne Høy, som Verdi var full utav Blomar. Det legg seg ein God-daam um Bakke og Bygd; det er som ei Ørske av Nøgd og av Trygd; det angar so hjarteleg Sumar. Og gjev det vil skifta med Sol og med Vind, so all den Guds Gaava dei godt kan faa inn! Det vil eg so inderleg beda. Ja gjev oss ein Terre so god og so traust! daa tarv me kje fæla den folnande Haust, og Jol skal me halda med Gleda.
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Text Authorship:
- by Arne Garborg (1851 - 1924), no title, appears in Haugtussa, in 5. I Slaatten, no. 1, first published 1895 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Edvard Grieg (1843 - 1907), "I Slaatten", EG 152 no. 6 (1895) [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "À la fenaison", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2008-08-21
Line count: 18
Word count: 140
À cette heure la faux chante sur la grasse prairie et coupe la tête de toutes les petites fleurs, et fauche l'herbe au ras des racines. Le travail est facile dans la douce rosée de la prairie ; l'un après l'autre les gars lancent leurs coups de faux et ils frappent, sur le chemin on crie. Oui, faucheur, remue-toi et rase l'herbage ! Le foin fraîchement coupé sent si bon, qu'on croirait le monde plein de fleurs. Il y a une bonne atmosphère sur le coteau et le village c'est comme une fièvre de satisfaction et de confiance qui a le profond parfum de l'été. Et que le soleil et le vent alternent pour qu'ils puissent rentrer tous ces dons de Dieu ! C'est ma prière la plus sincère. Oui, donne-nous un beau temps sec et sûr ! Alors je ne craindrai pas les flétrissures de l'automne, et la joie de Noël nous reviendra.
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- a text in Norwegian (Nynorsk) by Arne Garborg (1851 - 1924), no title, appears in Haugtussa, in 5. I Slaatten, no. 1, first published 1895
This text was added to the website: 2012-04-12
Line count: 18
Word count: 150