by
Bo Bergman (1869 - 1967)
Flickan under nymånen
Language: Swedish (Svenska)
Jag har nigit för nymånens skära.
Tre ting har jag önskat mig tyst.
Det första är du
och det andra är du
och det tredje är du, min kära.
Men ingen får veta ett knyst.
Jag har nigit för nymånens skära
tre gånger till jorden nu.
Och om månen kan ge vad vi önska,
så [niger]1 jag tre gånger till,
och krona jag bär,
när marken sig klär
och björkarna gunga av grönska
och lärkorna spela sin drill.
Det är långsamt att önska och önska.
O, vore min kära här !
Lyft nu upp honom, stormmoln, på vingen
och tag honom, våg, på din rygg.
Han är ung som jag,
han är varm som jag,
han är härlig och stark som ingen,
och säll skall jag sova och trygg
i hans armar en gång under vingen
av natten, tills natt blir dag.
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1 Rangström: "önskar"
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- ENG English (Anna Hersey) , "The girl beneath the new moon", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2008-09-17
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Word count: 142
The girl beneath the new moon
Language: English after the Swedish (Svenska)
I have bowed to the crescent of the new moon.
Three things I have quietly wished.
The first is you
and the second is you
and the third is you, my love.
But no one must hear a peep.
I have bowed to the crescent of the new moon
three times to the ground now.
And if the moon can grant what we wish,
I will wish three more times,
and I will wear a crown,
when the land is in bloom
and the birches swing in verdure
and the larks trill.
It is lonesome to wish and wish.
Oh, if only my love were here!
Lift him up now, storm clouds, on the wing
and take him, wave, on your back.
He is young like me,
he is warm like me,
he is wonderful and strong like no other,
and calm I shall sleep, and safe
in his arms again under the wing
of night, until night turns to day.
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This text was added to the website: 2011-08-02
Line count: 24
Word count: 161
