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Til deg

Du gledde meg så mykje,
Eg kan'kje gleda deg.
Det beste som eg hadde,
Var alt for smått for deg.
Men denne vesle knoppen av mitt eige rosentre,
Den skal du ha til minne om somaren og meg.
I fjor haust var den berre eit snøkvitt lite nor
Djupt nedi jorda, på rota åt si mor.
Når somarsola vart so varm, då våga den seg opp,
Og skaut så friske grøne blad, og slik ein blodraud topp.
Men då var høsten her, med iskald gufs frå hei og nut,
Det vart for seint, so altfor seint, han fekk kje spretta ut.
So laut han døy, og vondt det var då vesle livet gjekk;
Men lagnad-stålet av han skar, det finst kje råd med slikt.
Og ilska rann med livet ut i tidens djupe hav,
Der lengt og liding, sorg og sut, ja alt skal gløymast av.
Og rota som den grodde på må visna bort og døy,
For alt som lever her på jord er liksom gras og høy.

To You

You brightened my heart so much,
I cannot cheer you up.
The best that I had,
Was far too little for you.
But this little bud from my very own rose tree,
Should you have as a keepsake of the summer and me.
Last autumn it was but a tiny snow-white bud
Deep in the earth, rooted to its mother.
When the summer sun was so warm, then did it dare to sprout,
And shoot up with such fresh green leaves, and such a blood-red crest.
But then autumn was here, with icy gusts from hill and mountain,
It was too late, so far too late, it never did bloom.
So it had to die, and painful it was when that little life departed;
But the steel of destiny cut it down, there is no remedy for such.
And with its life, my anger ran into the deep sea of time,
Where yearning and suffering, sorrow and lamentation, yes, all shall be forgotten.
And the root from which it sprouted must wither away and die,
For all that lives on this earth is like grass and hay.