Songs

Nu, da de Alle sover,
Now, whilst they all sleep,
Og Fiskerlejet er tyst,
And the fishing huts are silent,
Og Vinden er vendt og staar over
And the wind has turned and is blowing
Imod den fremmede Kyst;
Toward a distant shore;
Nu, da de trællende Vover
Now, when the roaring waves
Har Ro, til det atter blir lyst,
Are peaceful, until it becomes light again,
Nu vil jeg lette ved Havets
Now I will ease my full breast
Strande mit fulde Bryst.
By the shores of the sea.

Ak, Elskede, Du som sover
Alas, beloved, you who sleep
Langt borte paa Puden tyst,
Far away on a silent pillow,
Og aner ej, hvilke Vover
And have no idea of the waves
Der slumrer paa denne Kyst,
Which slumber on this shore,
Du rækker i Drømme over,
You reach over in your dream,
Vil hælde Dig op til mit Bryst, --
I would hold you close to my breast -
Du véd ej, at Freden er borte,
You don’t know, that peace will be gone,
Saa saare det atter blir lyst.
As soon as it grows light.