I’ve won a maiden fair!
The fairest maiden waits for me!
None is like her; none, on God’s bright sunny earth,
Alone she stands, alone.
Not the sky in the south nor the snow in the north
Is more pure.
But my heaven is filled with earthly bliss,
And flames flare out of my snow.
No red, red rose of summer is redder
Than her black eyes are deep…
Jens Peter Jacobsen (1847 - 1885) Denmark
Translated by Frederick Delius
Source: The Complete Delius Songbook Vol 2, Mark Stone & Stephen Barlow, Boosey & Hawkes, 2011
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