Текст и перевод песни Bjørn Eidsvåg - Ein fin liten blome

Ein fin liten blome

Ein fin liten blome i skogen eg ser,
I granskogen diger og dryg,
Og vent mellom mose og lyng han seg ter.
Han str der s liten og blyg.
Sei ottast du ikkje i skogen st gymd.
Der skuggane tyngje deg m?
- Nei, for av Herren eg aldri vert glymd,
Til ringaste blom vil han sj.
Men ynskjer du ikkje i prydhagen st,
Der folk kunne skoda p deg?
- Nei, eg trivst best mellom ringe og sm,
Eg fddest til skogblome eg.
Om enn eg er liten, har Herren meg kjr,
Med honom eg kjenner men sl.
Kvar morgon meg bna til himmelen ber,
Med bna eg sovnar kvar kveld.
Som blomen om vinteren visnar eg av,
Men gler meg, for d str eg brud.
Lat lekamen kvila med fred i si grav,
Mi sjel, ho er heime hos Gud.
Ja, glad skal eg vakna hos Jesus eingong,
I morgonen vele klr.
Og blanda med heilage englar min song
I himmele, dit dden ei nr!

A Beautiful Little Flower

A beautiful little flower in the woods I see,
In the tall and towering spruce forest,
And waiting between moss and heather he grows.
There he stands so small and shy.
Aren't you afraid in the naked forest,
Where the shadows weigh you down?
- No, for by the Lord I am never forgotten,
He will see to the smallest flower.
But don't you wish to be in the flower garden,
Where people could look at you?
- No, I thrive best among the humble and small,
I was born to be a forest flower.
Although I am small, the Lord loves me,
With him I feel only joy.
Every morning I open up to the heavens,
With prayer I fall asleep every night.
Like the flower in winter, I wither away,
But I rejoice, because then I will be a bride.
Let my body rest in peace in its grave,
My soul is at home with God.
Yes, I will wake up happy with Jesus someday,
In the morning, dressed in white.
And blend my song with the holy angels
In heaven, where death will never come!