Levende morgen, skil surt fra sødt og inderst fra yderst, lad lysets knive skrabe bort mit inderste sure hovmod, at jeg kan frygte når frygtens time slår, at jeg kan høre hvor jeg skal falde ind når den store musik begynder.
Bordbøn:
Giv mig i dag Mit brød at smøre. Blødt og strengt skal mødes i mine hænder og smørrets solskin overvælde brødets mørke. Lad mig røre ved det vi lever af, brunt brød, gult smør, kærlighed.
Living morning, separate sour from sweet and farthest in from farthest out, let the knives of light scrape away my innermost surly arrogance, that I may fear when the hour of fear tolls, that I may hear how I shall join in when the great music begins.
Table prayers:
Give me today my bread to butter. Soft and stern shall meet in my hands and the butter's sunshine overwhelm the bread's darkness. Let me touch what we live from, brown bread, yellow butter, love.
Poetry is hard. I think the following covers the Danish meaning:
Morning prayers:
Living morning,
separate sour from sweet
and farthest in from farthest out,
let the knives of light scrape away
my innermost surly arrogance,
that I may fear
when the hour of fear tolls,
that I may hear
how I shall join in
when the great music begins.
Table prayers:
Give me today
my bread to butter.
Soft and stern shall meet
in my hands
and the butter's sunshine overwhelm
the bread's darkness.
Let me touch what we live from,
brown bread, yellow butter,
love.
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