I Have More Souls Than One---'But no, she's abstract, is a bird Of sound in the air of air soaring, And her soul sings unencumbered Because the song's what makes her sing.'

Herre, full av fred
Er alle de timer
Vi ødsler bort,
Hvis, i vår ødsling
Vi setter blomster -
Som i en vase...

Lord, full of peace
Are all the hours
We waste away,
If, in our desertion
We put flowers -
As in a vase ...

Seigneur, plein de paix

Sont toutes les heures

Nous gaspillons

Si, dans notre désertion

Nous avons mis des fleurs -

Comme dans un vase ...

Herr, voller Frieden

Sind alle Stunden

Wir verschwenden,

Wenn in unserer Desertion

Wir setzen Blumen -

Wie in einer Vase ...