{"id":9473,"date":"2020-07-06T20:54:42","date_gmt":"2020-07-06T17:54:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=9473"},"modified":"2020-07-06T20:55:57","modified_gmt":"2020-07-06T17:55:57","slug":"nocturne","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=9473","title":{"rendered":"Nocturne, Eino Leino"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Nocturne<\/p>\n

Ruislinnun laulu korvissani,
\nt\u00e4hk\u00e4p\u00e4iden p\u00e4\u00e4ll\u00e4 t\u00e4ysi kuu;
\nkes\u00e4-y\u00f6n on onni omanani,
\nkaskisavuun laaksot verhouu.
\nEn ma iloitse, en sure, huokaa;
\nmutta mets\u00e4n tummuus mulle tuokaa,
\npuunto pilven, johon p\u00e4iv\u00e4 hukkuu,
\nsiinto vaaran tuulisen, mi nukkuu,
\ntuoksut vanamon ja varjot veen;
\nniist\u00e4 syd\u00e4meni laulun teen.<\/p>\n

Miksi mets\u00e4n tummuus s\u00e4velehen?
\nKosk’ on mustaa murhe ylpe\u00e4in.
\nMiksi juova p\u00e4iv\u00e4n laskenehen?
\nKoska monta nuorta unta n\u00e4in.
\nMiksi et\u00e4isien vuorten siinto?
\nKoska sinne oli silm\u00e4in kiinto.
\nMiksi vanamoiden valjut lemut?
\nKoska p\u00e4\u00e4ttyneet on p\u00e4iv\u00e4n kemut.
\nMutta miksi varjot virran veen?
\nKosk’ on mieli mulla siimekseen.<\/p>\n

Sulle laulan neiti, kes\u00e4hein\u00e4,
\nsyd\u00e4meni suuri hiljaisuus,
\nuskontoni, soipa s\u00e4velein\u00e4,
\ntammenlehv\u00e4-seppel vehryt, uus.
\nEn ma en\u00e4\u00e4 aja virvatulta,
\nonpa k\u00e4dess\u00e4ni onnen kulta;
\npienentyy mun’ ymp\u00e4r’ elon piiri;
\naika seisoo, nukkuu tuuliviiri;
\nedess\u00e4ni h\u00e4m\u00e4r\u00e4inen tie
\ntuntemattomahan tupaan vie.<\/p>\n

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Eino Leino<\/p>\n

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Nocturne<\/p>\n

Moor hen’s song dwells lonely in my ears,
\nabove the spikes the full moon is burning;
\nsummer night is my own happiness
\non the valleys clearing smoke is shrouding.
\nI’m not happy, I’m not sad, I don’t sigh
\nBring me of the woods the darkness high
\nthe dark cloud, in which the day is sinking
\nvagueness of the windy hill that’s sleeping
\ntwinflower’s smell and of the water shadows
\nI make the song of my heart out of those.<\/p>\n

Why the darkness of my melody?
\nFor the sorrow of the proud is dark.
\nWhy is gone down the streak of the day?
\nFor my young dreams never could be lark.
\nThe vagueness of the distant mountains, why?
\nBecause there was the aim of my eye.
\nWhy the pale and candid flowers’ scent?
\nFor the party of the day to end.
\nWhy the shadows of the water stream?
\nFor just shadow in my mind or dream.<\/p>\n

I sing to you, maiden of summer-hay
\nyou, the deepest silence of my soul,
\nmy religion, singing in my way
\nyou, oak-leaf crown, green, new and whole.
\nI’m not\u00a0 wandering for magic fire,
\nFor I hold the gold of my desire.
\nLife around me narrows tight and deep,
\ntime stands still. The weather vane’s asleep.
\nIn front of me a dark way, many shadows,
\nthat’s leading me to an unknown house.<\/p>\n

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