Nicolaj Frederik Severin Grundtvig poems
Nicolaj Frederik Severin Grundtvig(1783 - 1872 / Denmark)
A simple, cheerful active life on earth
- by Nicolaj Frederik Severin Grundtvig 41
A simple, cheerful, active life on earth,A cup I'd not exchange for monarch's chalice,
In noble forebears' tracks a path since birth,
With equal dignity in hut and palace,
With eye as when created heav'nward turned,
All beauty here and grandness keenly knowing,
Familiar though with those things deeply yearned,
Stilled only by eternity's bright glowing.
I wished for all my line just such a life,
And zealously I planned for its fruition,
And when my soul grew tired from toil and strife,
The ‘Lord's Prayer' was its rest and its nutrition.
Then from truth's spirit I great comfort gained,
And felt joy hover o'er each garden border,
When dust is placed in its creator's hand
And all is waited for in nature's order:
Just fresh, green buds that sprout in early spring,
And in the summer heat the flowers' profusion;
And when the plants mature and long to bring
Their harvest fruit to autumn's full conclusion!
The human span assigned is short or long,
It is for common weal, its yield is growing;
The day that started well will end as strong,
And just as sweet will be its afterglowing.
Det kimer nu til julefest
- by Nicolaj Frederik Severin Grundtvig 40
Det kimer nu til julefestdet kimer for den h?je g?st
som steg til lave hytter ned
med nyt?rsgaver: fryd og fred!
O, kommer med til Davids by,
hvor engle sjunge under sky;
o, ganger med p? marken ud,
hvor hyrder h're nyt fra Gud!
Og lad os g? med stille sind
som hyrderne til barnet ind,
med gl?dest?rer takke Gud
for miskundhed og n?debud!
O Jesus, verden vid og lang
til vugge var dig dog for trang
for ringe, om med guld tilredt
og perlestukken, silkebredt.
Men verdens ?re, magt og guld
for dig er ikkun st?v og muld
i krybben lagt, i klude sv?bt
et himmelsk liv du har mig k?bt
Velan, min sj?l, s? v?r nu glad
og hold din jul i Davids stad!
Ja, pris din Gud i allen stund
med liflig sang af hjertens grund!
Ja, sjunge hver, som stamme kan:
Nu t?ndtes lys i skyggers land,
og ret som midnats-hanen gol
blev Jakobs stjerne til en sol.
Nu kom han, patriarkers h?b,
med flammeord og himmeld?b
og barnet tyder nu i vang,
hvad David dunkelt s? og sang.
Kom, Jesus!, v?r vor hytteg?st
hold selv i os din julefest
da skal med Davids harpeklang
dig takke h?jt vor nyt?rssang!