Munch-Petersen, Gustaf such is my love

such is my love

rocky souls on the way, where
supreme delight
is but beautifying sleep -,
such is my love

that if you are stricken with mortal pain
because of me,
it is a thousand times better than
had you never met me -

if with unclean hands
I steal your sacred crown,
you shall be a thousand times more pure,
when I have left -

and if for my joy
you are killed in the meanest way,
by my hand your lips shall reach,
awakening, the brow of The Most High -

listen, every lonesome rocky soul:
not one minute anyone of you are left -!
such is my love for each of you -