There she sits, the girl of my dreams. Others think she odd and quirky seems. Always lost in books, thought or reverie. Dreaming up the next epic fantasy. Now over her manuscript, asleep in a light doze. Ink smudge on her cute little nose.
This weekend’s song is a Swedish hymn that for many years has signaled the start of summer for school children and their parents. One I heard people say they wished we had gotten to hear sung, as we once again had a school term end without parents in attendance due to the pandemic.
Den blomstertid nu kommer (literally: Now the time of blossoming arrives) was first published in the 1695 Swedish Hymnal. And has been rewritten several times since. It is popular in both Sweden and Finland.
According to Wikipedia there is an English translation from 1978, but I fail to find the text online. Another text I should give time and thought to translating.
The first verse, where the Christian origin is not apparent, speaks of the time for flowers coming, the sweet summer approaching where grass and crops grow, the sun’s gentle and lively warmth reawakening the seemingly dead nature.
Den blomstertid nu kommer
Verse 1-3 of 6 1937 Lyrics
Den blomstertid nu kommer med lust och fägring stor. Du nalkas, ljuva sommar, då gräs och gröda gror. Med blid och livlig värma till allt som varit dött, sig solens strålar närma, och allt blir återfött.
De fagra blomsterängar och åkerns ädla säd, de rika örtesängar och lundens gröna träd, de skola oss påminna Guds godhets rikedom, att vi den nåd besinna som räcker året om.
Man hörer fåglar sjunga med mångahanda ljud, skall icke då vår tunga lovsäga Herren Gud? Min själ, upphöj Guds ära, stäm upp din glädjesång till den som vill oss nära och fröjda på en gång!
Yesterday evening after the rain had seized and the skies cleared. I took an evening walk. Everything was still wet and dripping and low lying areas were filled with a foggy haze. Suddenly I heard music playing loud and coming nearer, happy voices. It turned out to be high school students celebrating graduation. I found myself smiling happily with the heartwarming normality of it all. I so long for the pandemic to be over!
In the sweet pale night Happy voices rise in song Coming of life praise
Early in the afternoon I decided that tabbouleh and halloumi would be dinner. Also I wanted some wine, so I set out to the best fruit and vegetable shop close by, which also happens to be near a Systembolaget (explanation below). After the shopping was done the first raindrops fell. Within a minute, heaven’s doors opened, as the Swedish saying goes, and torrential rain fell. As I was less than a kilometer from home I decided to leg it instead of trying to hide under a tree or overpass. Getting really soaked at least once per summer in a thunderstorm rain, especially when dry clothes and warmth are within reach, is just a part of life. And one of those that makes you feel alive. It was raining hard enough that it was hard to see, and within minutes I was soaked through and through.
Heaven’s doors opened Thundercrack, lightning flash, rain Soaking everything
In Sweden the state has a monopoly on selling alcohol, surprising more than one uninformed tourist. So anything stronger than medium-strong beer has to be sold at Systembolaget that have reduced opening hours compared to other stores that in any other country would have sold wine and spirits.
Read other Haibun’s written for the monthly dVerse prompt by me here.