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Vond Dag, 'Hurtful Day' (1895) Op. 67 no.7


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Haugtussa (Op. 67)


Vond Dag, 'Hurtful Day'

Ho reknar Dag og Stund og seine Kveld
til Sundag kjem: han hev so trufast lova,
at um det regnde småstein yver Fjell,
so skal dei finnast der i »Gjætarstova«.
Men Sundag kjem og gjeng med Regn og Rusk;
ho eismal sit og græt attunder Busk.
Som Fuglen, sårad under varme Veng,
så Blode tippar, lik den heite Tåre,
ho dreg seg sjuk og skjelvande i Seng,
og vrid seg Notti lang i Gråten såre.
Det slit i Hjarta og det brenn på Kinn.
No må ho døy; ho miste Guten sin.

Hurtful Day

She reckons up the days and hours and evenings
Till Sunday comes. He’d promised
that even if it rained pebbles on the mountain
They would still meet in ‘Gjætarstova.’
But Sunday comes and goes with rain and storm;
She sits alone and weeps beneath a bush.
Like a bird, wounded beneath its warm wing,
Blood drips, like hot tears.
She creeps to bed, shivering and ill,
And tosses all night, weeping bitter tears.
Her heart is broken and her cheeks are burning.
Now she must die; she’s lost her man.

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