Paroles et traduction Ieva Akurātere - Lūgšana

Lūgšana

Kungs, kas zāles čukstus dzirdi,
Kas pat smilgai neliec ciest,
Vārdi ir, kas latvju sirdīs deg un kvēl, un nenodziest.
Vārdi ir, kas mūsu dzīslās
Līdz ar pirmo dienu skan,
Jo Tu licis šajā zemē maniem brāļiem dzimt un man.
Kungs, mēs ticam, ka Tu gribi,
Un ka tas Tavs svētais prāts,
Lai arvien šī tauta dzīvo un šīs zemes ražu vāc.
Lai pār lejām šīm un kalniem mūsu latvju mēle skan,
To man klusi čukst šī zeme, to ik akmens saka man,
To ik akmens saka man.
Tu tak negribi, lai važās reiz mūs atkal svešnieks kaļ,
Lai mēs, redzējuši Sauli, krītam naktī atpakaļ.
Tu tak negribi, lai atkal latvju tauta ceļos krīt,
Un lai mūs, kas šodien brīvi, atkal važās saslēdz rīt.
Tu tak negribi, lai svešā mēlē Tevi lūdzam mēs,
Tu, kas devis mums šo zemi, Tu, kas esi mūsu tēvs!
Vai nav skaistas mūsu dziesmas?
Nē, tā nedzied verga sirds!
Tāpēc mūžam Tavai Saulei latvjus brīvus jāapmirdz,
Latvjus brīvus jāapmirdz.
Tāpēc sargi mūs tais dienās, tornī sargs kad trauksmi sauc.
Tad, kad, nāves izkapts nopļauts,
Drauga rokās nomirst draugs.
Tad, kad svina bišu spieti plosīs latviešus un dzels,
Tad, kad baltu krustu birzis neredzamas rokas cels!
Vai šī brīvība tik sapnis mūsu tautas gaitās būs,
Un pēc gadiem sveši kungi atkal klaušās izdzīs mūs?
Nē, tik grūti ir tam ticēt,
Nē, šī doma sirdī sāp.
Tāpēc lūdzam šajā dienā, Kungs, no sava troņa kāp!
Nāc un pārstaigā šo zemi, kamēr tā vēl Sauli jauš!
Nāc un sakausē mūs klintī, lai neviens mūs nesalauž!
Nāc un svētī mūs, un vieno, un mums darba spēku dod,
Lai reiz liktenīgā stundā negaida mūs briesmīgs sods,
Negaida mūs briesmīgs sods.
Šodien, Kungs, mēs tevi lūdzam:
Neļauj latvjiem mirt un zust.
Liec mums vienmēr tavu Sauli brīviem pāri galvai just.
Līdz tiem laikiem, kurus šodien nezin vēl nekur neviens,
Mūžam brīvs, lai latvju ērglis, savus spārnus sizdams, skrien!
Lai pa nezināmiem laikiem cauri mūžiem ejam mēs,
Dod mums spēku, dod mums drosmi,
Dod mums vienprātību, Tēvs!
Lai pa nezināmiem laikiem cauri mūžiem ejam mēs,
Dod mums spēku, dod mums drosmi,
Dod mums vienprātību, Tēvs!

Prayer

My Lord, who hears the whispers of the grass,
Who does not let even a blade suffer,
Words there are, that in Latvian hearts burn and ember, and never perish.
Words there are, that through our veins
From the first day have sounded,
Because You made my brothers and me to be born in this land.
My Lord, we believe that that is Your will,
And that it is Your holy mind,
That this people should always live and that they should reap the harvest of this land.
So that over these valleys and hills our Latvian tongue may sound,
This the land whispers to me silently, this every stone tells me,
This every stone tells me.
You do not want, do You, that a stranger should once again forge us in chains,
That we, having seen the Sun, should fall back into darkness.
You do not want, do You, that the Latvian people should again fall on their knees,
And that those of us, who are free today, should again find ourselves in chains tomorrow.
You do not want, do You, that we should pray to You in a foreign tongue,
You, who gave us this land, You, who are our Father!
Are not our songs beautiful?
No, the heart of a slave does not sing thus!
Your Sun therefore must forever shine upon Latvians free,
Latvians free it must shine upon.
Therefore protect us in those days when the guard on the tower raises the alarm.
When, the death axe having felled them,
Friends die in the arms of friends.
When swarms of leaden bees tear at Latvians and sting,
When an unseen hand erects a birch forest of white crosses!
Will this freedom be but a dream on our people’s path,
And after years, will foreign masters again drive us out into servitude?
No, it is too hard to believe that,
No, this thought pains my heart.
Therefore on this day we pray to You: Lord, descend from Your throne!
Come and walk over this land, while yet it is aware of the Sun!
Come and cast us in stone, so that no one may break us!
Come and bless us, and unite us, and give us strength for our work,
So that when the fateful hour comes, a terrible punishment may not await us,
May not await us a terrible punishment.
Today, my Lord, we pray to You:
Do not let Latvians die and be lost.
Let us always feel Your Sun free above our heads.
Until those times, which today no one anywhere yet knows,
Let the Latvian eagle, forever free, fly with beating wings!
Through uncharted times, through eternities let us go,
Give us strength, give us courage,
Give us unity of mind, O Father!
Through uncharted times, through eternities let us go,
Give us strength, give us courage,
Give us unity of mind, O Father!