Helge Rode: 'Min pige er så lys som rav'

My sweet girl is as amber bright

My sweet girl is as amber bright

and Denmark’s wheat so golden,

her gaze as ocean-blue a sight

as skies when there beholden.

My princess Tove of Denmark!

My sweet girl’s smile’s a sun in May

and songs from lark’s throats pouring,

and dimples gently point the way

to gems her mind’s been storing –

My princess Tove of Denmark!

My sweet girl can at times be hard

to those she does not favour,

her tongue is then a keen-edged sword

whose bite makes keen men quaver.

My princess Tove of Denmark!

Her dimple goes behind a cloud,

her eye goes grey as ashes;

but then a smile once more breaks out,

blue waves her gaze then flashes.

My princess Tove of Denmark!

For if I look into those eyes,

they grow both warm and yielding.

Within her mind I then recline

as in two arms full-shielding.

My princess Tove of Denmark!