Sjåaren - Gåte

Jorda, sa du, må følgje sin veg

Om grasvorden gror i kvart menneskjesteg

Livet, sa du, ska´alder tå slut

Eit frø ska´bli att, og ein blom springe ut

Dauden, sa du, er haustmannen vår

Men ingen ska´ vite kor vegen hans går

Menneskja, sa du, kan alder bli fri

Når dei bind seg til træl av ei jagande tid

Om æva, sa du, spør ikkje meg

Der lyt kvar einaste velje sin veg

Freden, sa du, saknar du han?

Du finn han i skogom i ingenmannsland

The earth, you said, must follow its path

If, in each human stride, the cover of grass grows

Life, you said, shall never end

A seed shall remain, and a flower bloom

Death, you said, is our reaper

Yet, whereto tends his way, no one shall know

People, you said, can never be free

When they enslave themselves to the rush of time

Of eternity, you said, ask me not

Here, each and every one must decide on a way

Peace, you said, do you long for him?

Youll find him in the woods of No-Mans-Land