Hey diddle diddle
We're all on the fiddle
And never get up until noon.
We only take cash
Which we carefully stash
And we work by the light of the moon.
O Hesperus, thou bringest all good things--
Home to the weary, to the hungry cheer,
To the young bird the parent's brooding wings,
The welcome stall to the o'erlabored steer;
Whate'er our household gods protect of dear,
Are gathered round us by thy look of rest;
Thou bring'st the child too to its mother's breast.
He's on the porch,
to escape the wife and kids--
how hot it is!
Translated by Robert Hass
He's beside me and
I'm beside Him,
Blissful I feel with Him,
In vain, I went a—seeking Him
In strange lands, for
My Friend Himself graced me
in my own House!
Both robb'd of air, we both lie in one ground ;
Both whom one fire had burnt, one water drown'd
Here they lie who once learned here
All that is taught of hurt or fear;
Dead, but by free will they died:
They were true men, they had pride.
Now and again
I am here now
And now is when
I’m here again
Gold, nor purple tapestry:
But a well-disposéd mind;
But a gentle muse, and kind;
But bright wine to glad our souls,
Mantling in Boeotian bowls.
Healed of my hurt, I laud the inhuman Sea--
Yea, bless the Angels Four that there convene;
For healed I am even by the pitiless breath
Distilled in wholesome dew named rosmarine.
Med hellig Hjertebanken
Vi staae paa Bjergets Top,
Et Verdens Drama for Tanken
Rulles i Dalen op!
