Paroles et traduction Myrkur - Harpens Kraft

Harpens Kraft

Villemand og hans væne brud
Strengen er af guld
De spillede guldtavl I hendes bur
Så liflig leged′ han for sin jomfru

For hver en gang guldtavl på borde rendte
Strengen er af guld
Så mange tårer den jomfru fældt
Så liflig leged' han for sin jomfru

Hvorfor græder I for guld så rød
Strengen er af guld
Eller græder I for I er bleven min mø?
Så liflig leged′ han for sin jomfru

Eller græder I for jeg er ikke ri
Strengen er af guld
Og jer tykkes, jeg kan ikke være jer lig'?
Så liflig leged' han for sin jomfru

Jeg græder ikke for guld så rød
Strengen er af guld
Og det er med min vilje, jeg er bleven jer mø
Så liflig leged′ han for sin jomfru

Ej heller græder jeg for I er ikke rig
Strengen er af guld
Mig tykkes, I er og så ganske min lig′
Så liflig leged' han for sin jomfru

Jeg græder langt mere for åen Blide
Strengen er af guld
Som snarligt jeg skal hen over ride
Så liflig leged′ han for sin jomfru

Der sank neder mine søstre to
Strengen er af guld
Den tid de lod deres bryllup bo
Så liflig leged' han for sin jomfru

Harpens Kraft

Villemand and his fair bride
The strings are of gold
They played chess in her bower
So sweetly he played for his maiden

For every time the chess piece moved on the table
The strings are of gold
So many tears the maiden she cried
So sweetly he played for his maiden

Why do you weep for gold so red
The strings are of gold
Or do you weep for having become my love?
So sweetly he played for his maiden

Or do you weep because I am not rich
The strings are of gold
And you think I cannot be your equal
So sweetly he played for his maiden

I do not weep for gold so red
The strings are of gold
And it is with my consent that I became your love
So sweetly he played for his maiden

Neither do I weep because you are not rich
The strings are of gold
I think you are my equal in every way
So sweetly he played for his maiden

I weep much more for the Blide River
The strings are of gold
Which I shall soon have to ride over
So sweetly he played for his maiden

There my two sisters drowned
The strings are of gold
At a time when they were to be married
So sweetly he played for his maiden