De Store Smerte - Unto Ashes

I, store smerter!

Dødens vilde kjærtegn!

Dens hete elskovshandlinger mod os

Paa det, at vi skal mykne i hans armet

Og knuges spake i vor levetrods!

Du menneske!

Du flammer av hans aande

Hans sværmeriske aande paa kin kind

Og i hans armer stammer du i vaande

I svimmel vaande: «Ja!

Jeg skal bli din!

Jeg tror den haand, som stryker mine lemmer!

Jeg dør av dine kysse paa mit kjod!

Men knug mig ikke, elskede, det hæmmer

Min egen elskov, kongelige død!"

Du menneske!

Naar lydige og fromme

Hans armer har dit legeme forladt

Og venter, aabne, paa dit glade komme —

Plev nogen elsker dypere bedratt?

In, great pain!

The wild caresses of death!

Its hot acts of love against us

On the fact that we must soften in his arm

And squeeze the lever in our spite of life!

You human!

You are ablaze with his spirit

His swarming spirit on his cheek

And in his arms you stumble in the water

In dizzy wander: «Yes!

I'll be yours!

I believe the hand that strokes my limbs!

I die of your kisses on my flesh!

But do not hug me, beloved, it inhibits

My own love, royal death! "

You human!

To obedient and pious

His arms have left your body

And waiting, open, for your happy coming -

Was anyone lover deeply deceived?