The waters deep, the waters dark,
Reflect the seekers, hide the sought,
Whether in water or in air to drown.
Between them curls the silver spark,
Barbed, baited, waiting, of a thought--
Which in the world is upside down,
The fish hook or the question mark?
Oh thou degenerate child of the great and glorious mother,
Who with the Romans' strong might couplest the Tyrians' deceit!
But those ever governed with vigor the earth they had conquered,--
These instructed the world that they with cunning had won.
Say! what renown does history grant thee? Thou, Roman-like, gained'st
That with the steel, which with gold, Tyrian-like, then thou didst rule!
Je t'écris de dessous la tente
Tandis que meurt ce jour d'été
Où floraison éblouissante
Dans le ciel à peine bleuté
Une canonnade éclatante
Se fane avant d'avoir été
Of your fate
Fast asleep
On the bed you made
Dream away
Wake up late
Water was in the west, sand shoals in the east
In the north dream built illuminated abode
In the south countless roses bloomed
My life was accumulated with nasty sins
Over my head floats dark clouds of Shraban
Enchanting emotions wipe out dusts of life.
At snitte smukt i Træ, en Gud Dig lærte,
Stolt staaer det her, dit Digternavn deri,
Natur og Poesie er i dit Hjerte,
Natur og Hjerte i din Poesie.
De første Prygl vi i Skolen fik,
Det var for det Verbum amare."
For Dig det bedre med dette gik,
Du Hjerter vandt og vil dem bevare,
Blot ved din Sang om det Verbum amare.
Amare.
Paa samme Green vel flere Fugle gynge,
Men ei med lige Kraft de alle synge;
Et simpelt Qvad tidt Hjertet længst har gjemt.
„Om hundred' Aar er ikke alting glemt."
Du vandred' ungdomsglad i Danmarks Egne,
Du samled' Blomster til os allevegne,
Din lille Hauge gaae vi ei forbi,
Der blomstrer Prosa smukt som Poesie.
Naar Græsset voxer paa din glemte Grav,
Dog mangt et Hjerte mangen Gang
Vil give venlig Gjenlyd af
Din Ungdoms bedste Sang.
