Salome - Morten Harket

Tolv arvar Han, da Han stod frem i templet.

Tolv ar var Jochanaan, da han dro bort

til orkenen og kallet som stod i templet

i blikket som var innadvendt og sort.

Tolv ar var du, Salome, da du danset,

og da ditt navn ble slynget om profeten,

i oyeblikket da musikken stanset -,

og mannen tok deg med til evigheten

(og dronningen bad gjestene a klappe -),

ja, tok deg med som om du var en avne

som hadde festnet i hans doperkappe,

et stro som hadde festnet i hans har!

Slik ble du nesten ett med dopernavnet,

mens andre kongedotres navn forgar.

He inherited twelve when He appeared in the temple.

Jochanaan was twelve years old when he departed

to the hurricane and the call that stood in the temple

in the gaze that was introverted and black.

You were twelve years old, Salome, when you danced,

and when your name was uttered about the Prophet,

at the moment when the music stopped -,

and the man took you forever

(and the queen asked the guests to pat -),

yes, take you as if you were a chaplain

who had fastened himself in his baptismal garment,

a straw that had stuck in his hair!

This is how you became almost one with the dope name,

while the names of other royal daughters perish.