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Stille Liv
Den ene Dag er den anden lig,
det er ensformige, stille Dage;
men jeg kan hilse dem uden Klage,
min Livsens Kjæde skal dog være rig.
Den lignes ei ved en Perlesnor,
hvor hvert et Led er et kostbart Smykke;
der er af min rette, dybeste Lykke
kun lidet glimrende ydre Spor.
Men Traaden, den skjulte Traad, der gaaer
igjennem de rolige, simple Dele,
den er min Skat, mit varige Hele,
hvorved mit Hjerte af Glæde slaaer.
Quiet life
Each day exists at the selfsame pitch,
quiet, humdrum days that seem unsustaining;
But I can greet them without complaining,
my chain of life will e’en so be rich.
With some pearl necklace one can’t compare,
each link of which is a precious jewel;
of my deep joy and its true renewal
the outward glittering trace is rare.
A thread though, a hidden thread runs through
the calm, simple parts, their full sense ensuring,
my treasure’s this – a wholeness enduring,
whereby my heart beats with joy anew.
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