I bear with a smile my burden
I bear with a
smile my burden,
I carry with songs
my load,
I’m just like the
untamed herdsman
who cattle to
grass would goad.
Look, dew from the
north is drifting
out over the bowed
fields of corn,
the sun from the
earth is lifting
its disc among
oxen's curved horns!
Past glittering
meadows I’m gazing
across to the
fjord turning blue,
the craft sailing there
find quite dazing,
but fail to find
words that speak true.
The shawn to my
lips I press tightly,
its sound let bleat
o’er the lea,
till springs in
the grove babble brightly,
and bucks begin
braying with glee!
How can you keep
brooding and weeping
while all of God’s
heaven is blue!
My heart with joy
can’t stop leaping
at grassblades
sprinkled with dew.
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