Hans Christian Andersen: 'Sang ved Fröken Pauline Bröndums og Hr. Nicolai Örsteds Bryllup' (1863)

 

Sang ved Fröken Pauline Bröndums og

Hr. Nicolai Örsteds Bryllup den 2den September 1863

 

Mel. Vi Sømænd gjør ei mange Ord.

 

I Skriften staaer: »det er ei godt,

At Mennesket er ene,«

Da bliver let Humeuret graat

Og gaaer paa Flintestene;

Nei, man skal see at blive To,

»To Sjæle og een Tanke,«

Da seer man rundtom Roser groe,

Og Frugt paa Haabets Ranke.

 

En Bryllups-Dag er Glædens Dag

Der meget Alvor giemmer,

Men Glædens Alvor er en Sag,

Der andagtsfuld os stemmer.

See frem med Ungdoms Blik og Mod,

Tag Fremtids Held i Fæste.

Det Bedste skeer, saa fadergod

Er Gud, han vil det Bedste.

 

Det nye Hjem en Rosenknop

Saa fuldeligt jo ligner,

Hver dag et nyt Blad ruller op,

Vorherre det velsigner.

Lad Vintren fyge kun med Snee,

Der Vaar er, hvor I bygge,

Henfarne Kjære kjærligt see

Fra Himlen Eders Lykke!

 

Det deiligt er at være ung,

See Livet som et Eden;

O, ingen Prøve er for tung

For Ægtekjærligheden.

Og den i evig Ungdom staaer;

For den vi Glasset tømme;

I Dag om fem og tyve Aar,

Den om Guldbryllup drømme!

 

 

Wedding Song for Miss Pauline Bröndum and

Mr. Nicolai Örsted, 2 September 1863

 

Mel. Men of few words we sailors are

 

‘It is not good,’ says Holy Writ,

For man to be alone here,’

His mood turns grey because of it,

His path’s of flint-sharp stones here;

No, one must seek to be a pair,

‘Two souls, one thought comprising,’

Then one sees roses everywhere,

Hope’s vine with fruit enticing.

 

A wedding day’s a joyful feast

Though solemn its intention;

This solemn joy would yet increase

Our mind’s quite rapt attention.

Look forward then with youth’s bold gaze,

Let future fortune beckon,

The best’s to come, for God is good,

And on him one can reckon.

 

The new home’s like a budding rose

With breezes that caress it,

Each day a new leaf on it grows

The Lord God comes to bless it.

No driving winter snow can cloy,

It’s spring where you are building,

The dear departed gaze with joy

At happiness you’re gilding!

 

It is delightful to be young,

To see life as an Eden; 

Oh, married love no trials needs shun,

For none shall stay unbeaten.

It’s with eternal youth endowed,

So raise your glass and praise it;

Let five and twenty years from now

A golden dream amaze it!