I saw the sky over the fiord was bright,
I was on the shore, surrounded by wood,
And I saw the moon rises out of the dark night,
And, suddenly, in amaze, I understood:

The moon is a lady relaxing in the evening,
Being contemplative in her beautiful room,
And in the silent hour without she being
Aware, the man with his worried gloom
Enters from the grey and nasty corridor
He sees her beauty like a bridegroom
Who sees the bride's beauty at the church's door.

She is shining delightful on the fiord,
Lightening the ripples with her bleak
And white brightness, and on the shore
I experience her beauty, and speak
To myself: Her beauty will never fade away:
I think: in my short life I will by her stay.