Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Nineteen Poems
See the sun, the sun,
feel the air in the living breast,
the grass under the foot in joy, joy –,
for still you live –!
O, see, the sun rises,
see, your child sleeps,
- see –!
Still you live,
your woman is joyful in your house –
- Fill your eyes with the warm, lovely light –,