Så stig da i
meg, einsemd
Så stig da i meg,
einsemd,
storm mitt
jordlivs siste skanse
og øyd min
tæringsdraum om lykke her.
Du avgrunnssvimre
jord,
ver du ei onnor
verd,
gjev all din
løyndom
i denne
gjennomlyste morgonstund,
i denne timen føre
dødsens store dag
når
einsemdrøysterropar meg attende
til atterføding or
ein annan grunn.
No stormar all mi
einsemd mot si grense.
Mitt liv var draum
forytan dagklår visse
og difor eig eg
ikkje jorda meir –
Men livet skal eg
aldri, aldri, misse –
Then rise up in
me, loneness
Then rise up in
me, loneness,
storm my
earth-life’s last entrenchment
and spill my
wasting-dream of human bliss.
You chasm-dizzy
earth,
be other world
than this
tell all your
secrets
in this
transluscent dawn where light abounds
in this brief hour
before death’s mighty day
when loneness’
voices call me back again
to birth anew and
from some other ground.
Now all my
loneness storms towards its limit.
My life-dream had
no day-clear faith to fuse it
and therefore I no
longer own the earth –
Life, though, I
know I’ll never, never lose it –
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