Short Poems

I test my bath before I sit,
And I'm always moved to wonderment
That what chills the finger not a bit
Is so frigid upon the fundament.

Wouldst thou the blossoms of spring, as well as the fruits of the autumn,
Wouldst thou what charms and delights, wouldst thou what plenteously, feeds,
Would thou include both Heaven and earth in one designation,
All that is needed is done, when I Sakontala name.

Du blev i Hjemmet. I dit Hjem Du gav,
Som faa af De, der reise for — at reise.
Du gav fra Romas og fra Hellas Grav,
Hvad der som Aandens Mausoleer kneise;
Med Flid og Omhu Du os Skatten bragte,
At Du er Skjald, os Columbine sagde.

Rushes in a watery place,
And reeds in a hollow;
A soaring skylark in the sky,
A darting swallow;
And where pale blossom used to hang
Ripe fruit to follow.

'Nothing but damn fools sail the sea,'
Said the Captain to me.
'I have a young son,' says the Captain to me,
'I'm damned if he ever shall sail the sea!'

Force and bluster? Mighty threatenings?
Scorn I lightly, - Not for these.
Tell me when shall great Orion
Catch the flying Pleuades?

Thou beautiful and ivory gates
That shut my tears away from me -
Even, at last, such refuge yield
That great, safe doors of Ebony.

इस जहाँ में सभी मुस्कुराते रहें.
गीत खुशियों के यूं ही गाते रहें.
आओ कर लें दुआ दूसरों के लिए-
फूल गुलशन में यूं ही खिलाते रहें..

सब गुरुजन को बुरो बतावै ।
अपनी खिचड़ी अलग पकावै ।
भीतर तत्व न झूठी तेजी ।
क्यों सखि सज्जन नहिं अँगरेजी ।

S[aae] jeg ikke Dine spredes
Naar de stille Stjerner funkle,
Men paa Jord, ei anderledes

Deres Billed jeg forguder
I min Sjæl