by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson (1832 - 1910)
Translation by F. S. Copeland

Prinsessen sad højt i sit Jomfrubur
Language: Norwegian (Bokmål) 
Available translation(s): FRE
[Prinsessen sad højt]1 i sit Jomfrubur,
Smågutten gik nede og blæste på Lur.
"Hvi blæser du altid, ti stille, du Små,
det hæfter min Tanke, som vide vil gå
nu, når Sol går ned."

Prinsessen sad højt i sit Jomfrubur,
Smågutten lod være at blæse på Lur.
"Hvi tier du stille, blæs mere, du Små,
det løfter min Tanke, som vide vil gå,
nu, når Sol går ned."

Prinsessen sad højt i sit Jomfrubur,
Smågutten tog atter og blæste på Lur.
Da græd hun i Aftnen og sukkede ud:
"O sig mig, hvad er det mig fejler, min Gud!"
Nu gik Solen ned.

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1 Rung: "Prindsessen sad høit", passim.

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  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "La princesse", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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Twilight Fancies
Language: English  after the Norwegian (Bokmål) 
The Princess look'd forth from her maiden bow'r.
The horn of a herd-boy rang up from below.
"Oh, cease from thy playing, and haunt me no more,
Nor fetter my fancy that freely would soar,
When the sun goes down."

The Princess look'd forth from her maiden bow'r.
But mute was the horn that had call'd from below.
"Oh, why art thou silent? Beguile me once more.
Give wings to my fancy that freely would soar,
When the sun goes down."

The Princess look'd forth from her maiden bow'r.
The call of the horn rose again from below.
She wept in the twilight and bitterly sighed:
"What is it I long for? God help me!" she cried.
And the sun went down.

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Text added to the website: 2003-11-20 00:00:00
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:02:00
Line count: 15
Word count: 122