'Stille hjerte' - Bille August knows his Jeppe Aakjær

Aften

     Stille, Hjerte, Sol gaar ned,

Sol gaar ned paa Heden,

     Dyr gaar hjem fra Dagens Béd,

Storken staar i Reden.

     Stille, Hjerte, Sol gaar ned.

     Tavshed over Hedesti

og langs Veje krumme.

     En forsinket Humlebi

ene høres brumme.

     Stille, Hjerte, Sol gaar ned.

     Viben slaar et enligt Slag

over Mosedammen,

     før den under Frytlens Tag

folder Vingen sammen.

     Stille, Hjerte, Sol gaar ned.

     Fjerne Ruder østerpaa

blusser op i Gløden,

     Hededamme bittesmaa

spejler Aftenrøden.

     Stille, Hjerte, Sol gaar ned!

Evening

     Still, my heart, now sets the sun,

While the moor is resting,

     Herds now homeward are begun,

And the stork is nesting.

     Still, my heart, now sets the sun.

     O’er the moor-path silence falls

As on roads so winding.

     A late bumblebee is all

Keenest ears are finding.

     Still, my heart, now sets the sun.

     Briefly now the lapwing flies

O’er the bog-pond’s blushes,

     Ere it folds its wings and lies

’Neath a roof of rushes.

     Still, my heart, now sets the sun.

     Eastern window-panes afar

Flare up in the gloaming,

     Moorland ponds like tiny stars

Catch the sunset’s homing.

     Still, my heart, now sets the sun!