Odd Nordstoga - Borga i Ur
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I've written a rough translation to English:
Two rivers run through the land of Ur,
meets there, and from a wall high above
You can see a procession of flaggs and steamers in the wind;
Where the rivers meet, the procession comes
A table with cups of gold and saphire,
Shelves of knowledge, scroll by scroll.
Halls with stringed music, songs and melodies,
circled dance with flutes and harps
It snows in the land, a snow of oblivion
The castle disappears and forgotten is the breads
that satisfy the five thousand mouths from the basket
The face blindly ask for a sorrow of a thousand years.
And no-one remembers the fine lines
in the face of the queen on that beautiful day
When this country rested in holy peace
and everyone was full of love
A door is opened in the quiet evening,
through it you sense the of shining fire
and voices carried by the wind where you walk:
This is something you know from before
A hand cast the dices in the light of the torches,
A foot dances under light, soft linen;
They are here, you forgotten sisters and brothers:
This is something you know from before.
Forget the toil for happiness and the fear of sorrow;
everything you need is here, is is bread in a basket,
from a secret table in a castle so strong.
Look, here is the day that went away.
Look, the sun rises in your honour
Look, here is the basket filled with bread for us all,
In the castles of the land of Ur.
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