One thing you knew:
the world's folly is a mountain
that withstood your onslaughts
and no one gave
more heed to
your words
than to the dog
across the fjord.
You wouldn't offer guidance
to anyone - only rage
against the mountain
this brittle mountain
looms ever larger
until it's all
that's left.
When you noticed they started
listening to you,
you fell silent;
it can't have been
the hard granite
you'd touched.
You, who knew
the world's folly is
an icy sneering sword-proof mountain,
and that the way to wisdom
is endless!
1956
trns. by Olav Grinde
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