by Alfred Tennyson, Lord (1809 - 1892)
Translation © by Geart van der Meer

And in those days she made a little song
Language: English 
Available translation(s): DUT FRI
[And in those days she made a little song,
And called her song "The Song of Love and Death,"
And sang it: sweetly could she make and sing.]1

 Sweet is true love tho' giv'n in vain, in vain;
 And sweet is death that puts an end to pain:
 I know not which is sweeter, no, not I.

 Love, art thou sweet? then bitter death must be:
 Love, thou art bitter; sweet is death to me.
 O Love, if death [be]2 sweeter, let me die.

 Sweet love, that seems not made to fade away,
 Sweet death, that seems to make us loveless clay,
 I know not which is sweeter, no, not I.

 I fain would follow love, if that could be;
 I needs must follow death, who calls for me;
 Call and I follow, I follow! let me die.

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1 Most of the settings use the song itself; Musical Settings of Early and Mid-Victorian Literature implies that Papini and Mrs. Phillips both use this stanza as well in their settings.
2 Walthew: "is"

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Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:01:17
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Language: Frisian  after the English 
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"De wiere leafde' is swiet, al brekt se 't hert,
En swiet de dea, dy't ein'get alle smert -
Ik wit net wat it swietste is, ik net. 

Is swiet de leafde, bitter is de dea;
Is leafde bitter, swiet is dan de dea.
As stjerren swieter is, kies ik de dea.

It skynt as ein'get swiete leafde nea,
En makket ús ta deade klaai de dea -
Wat is it swietste: leafde of de dea?
 
Ik folge leafde' it leafst, mocht ik dy ha;
Ik folgje dochs de dea, dy ropt mij ta.
Kom dan, o! dea en rop mij: ik sis 'ja!' "

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Text added to the website: 2013-04-23 00:00:00
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:05:10
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