Dan Andersson - Around the beggar from luossa

Round the be^Aggar from Luossa people g^E7athered in a ring, by the ca^E7mpfire they sat and heard his s^Aong. And of wa^Dyfarers and mendicants and e^Avery wondrous thing and of his l^E7onging he sang to them all night l^Aong.

“There is s^Domething beyond mountains, beyond fl^Aowers, beyond singing, there is so^E7mething there behind the star, behind my burning h^Aeart. Hearken, so^Dmething goes there whispering, goes there c^Aalling me and praying ‘come to ^E7us, for of this earthly kingdom you are not a p^Aart.’

I have l^Aistened to the tranquil waves that r^E7oll against the beach, to dr^E7eam of wild seas’ rest has been my l^Aot. And in sp^Dirit I have hastened towards the f^Aormless lands where the d^E7earest thing we knew shall be fo^Argot.

To a w^Dild, eternal longing we were b^Aorn by pallid mothers, from the l^E7abour pains of troubles rose our f^Airst and anguished cry. We were th^Drown on plains and mountains then, to p^Alay with all our brothers, and we pl^E7ayed there elk and lion, beggar, god and butterf^Aly.

I sat si^Alent by her side, she whose h^E7eart was like to mine, with h^E7ands so soft she tended to our n^Aest. But I h^Deard my heart then calling: ‘what thou o^Awnest is not thine’ and the s^E7pirit came and bore me off to r^Aest.

What I l^Dove is far away beyond, conc^Aealed in distant darkness, and h^E7igh and wonderful is my true w^Aay. And am^Did this clamour I am called to p^Aray before the Heavens: What n^E7o-one has I want to own, take all the earth a^Away!

Follow, br^Aother, beyond mountains, to the c^E7ool and peaceful rivers, where in b^E7eds of mountain garlands all sea slowly goes to sl^Aeep. Somewhere t^Dhere beyond the heavens is my h^Aome, I have my mother, in the go^E7lden-sprinkled mists, dressed in rosy mantle d^Aeep.

May the b^Dlack and salty waters cool the ch^Aeeks that burn with fever, let’s be m^E7iles away from life before the morning breaks ab^Aove! Not of th^Dis world was I, brother; hardsh^Aips without end I suffered for the s^E7ake of worries, faithlessness and of my burning l^Aove.

By a sh^Aore all dressed in seashells stands a g^E7ate of roses heavy, therein sl^E7eep the mouldered shipwrecks, and the ti^Ared men find rest. Songs unh^Deard and high there sing like violins in d^Aistant echoes under ar^E7ches where eternal children live forever ble^Assed.

N.C.

English translation by Ola Wikander http://ola-wikander.blogspot.com/2008/07/omkring-tiggarn-frn-luossa-in-english.html