by Thomas Moore (1779 - 1852)
Translation by Christian Preezmann (1822 - 1893), as Caralis

Go where glory waits thee
Language: English 
Our translations:  FRE
Go where glory waits thee,
But, while fame elates thee,
Oh! still remember me.
When the praise thou meetest,
To thine ear is sweetest,
O! then remember me.
Other arms may press thee,
Dearer friends caress thee,
All the joys that bless thee,
Sweeter far may be;
But when friends are nearest,
And when joys are dearest,
O! then remember me!

When, at eve, thou rovest
By the star thou lovest,
O! then remember me.
Think, when home returning,
Bright we 've seen it burning,
O! thus remember me.
Oft as summer closes,
When thine eye reposes
On its ling'ring roses,
Once so loved by thee,
Think of her who wove them,
Her who made thee love them,
O! then remember me!

When, around thee dying,
Autumn leaves are lying,
O! then remember me.
And, at night, when gazing
On the gay hearth blazing,
O! still remember me.
Then should music, stealing
All the soul of feeling,
To thy heart appealing,
Draw one tear from thee;
Then let [memory]1 bring thee
Strains I used to sing thee
O! then remember me!

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Confirmed with Thomas Moore, A New Edition from the Last London Edition, Boston: Lee and Shepard - New York: Lee, Shepard, & Dillingham, 1876.

1 Terschak: "mem'ry"

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Gaa kun, Glands at vinde
Language: Danish (Dansk)  after the English 
Gaa kun, Glands at vinde
Gaa kun, Glands at vinde,
Men paa Ærens Tinde,
    Glem blot ikke mig!
Naar den Ros, Du hører,
Hjertet dybest rører,
    O, da tænk paa mig!
Lad kun nye Venner
Bære Dig paa Hænder,
Bedre Glæder sender
    Maaskee Skjæbnen Dig;
Men naar Du er nærest
Hvad der er Dig kjærest,
    Glem da ikke mig!

Naar Du i det Fjerne
Seer din Yndlingsstjerne,
    Tænk da og paa mig!
Tænk, hvor klart den brændte,
Naar vi hjemad vendte,
    Tænk, o, tænk paa mig!
Men naar Somren svinder,
Naar med blege Kinder
Du dens Roser finder,
    Før saa kjære Dig:
Tænk paa den, der bandt dem,
Naar Du smukkest fandt dem —
    O, da tænk paa mig!

Seer Du allevegne
Høstens Blade blegne,
    O, da tænk paa mig!
Naar ved Nat Du skuer
Arnens muntre Luer,
    Glem da ikke mig!
Men hvis Toner ømme,
Fyldt med Sjælens Drømme,
Til dit Hjerte strømme,
    Bringe Taarer Dig:
O, saa tag paa Tungen
Sange, jeg har sungen —
Tænk saa ømt paa mig!

Confirmed with Christian Preetzmann, Hundrede Digte, Chr. Steen & Søns Forlag, Kbh., 2. opl., 1867, pages 81–82.


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