Denmark's valley

Translation of the poem "Danmarks Dale" by Jens August Schade

I see myself reticent so standing
And smiling at Denmark's valley,
Down there is there a stream running,
Where there flies a swallow.

Here in the young and lively land
The spring seeks its mate,
Nowhere can you find a happier man
Than he who hears her cry so great.

She has been my silent glow and boon,
Loving the same valley
Deep in Denmark's wonderwomb
And the ability to speak again had she.

Speak of your childhood's star's glow,
Speak of your childish laughter.
You who is eternal and will always remain aglow,
Denmark's beloved daughter.

Put your hand in my child's hand,
Pull on my heartstrings,
Sing about Denmark and the heart's bond
So it will resound so long.