Esaias Tegnér: Språken

Languages

Greek
Sångmön love you up to, because the mother tongue is kärast.
All the Olympic family, grace voice you.
Faithfully, as clothes no fixed upon the bathing girl,
Allows you feel you, slows you tankarnas plant.

Latin
Ren is your voice and sharp as rasslet of hardened blades,
Hard, as conqueror needed, sounds your härskareord.
Stolt, indeclinable and arm, but from the tomb you have mastered
Half of Europe. Then known romarn again.

Italian
Fun and languish's language, you're just a line from the flute,
Your whole essence is the song, your every word a sonnett.
Beloved pigeon, future left and coo of longing and pleasure:
Damage, however, in your country sing caste best rates.

Spanish
Beautiful, you should be and proud. I know you not, but many,
What not know you more, praise you highly in our North.

French
Jollrande skip forward and lie and be congratulated,
However, your courtesy coverage, however, is your lisping sweet.
Hylla we longer you not as queen of all the sisters,
Even as COMPANION we are happy to listen to you.
Spare us just for your song, it is like a dance of the Dove:
Your feet touch the well, the pace they perceive not.

English
Language of the strain made, every word is an embryo of you,
A half face you up, a half swallows you down.
Everything in your native country with steam is carried out;
Dearest, you soon get one for your tongue, too!

German
Frisk, starklemmad and serious, a virgin fostrad in the woods,
Smooth withal and discretion, only the mouth too wide.
A little sharper too! Add your PHLEGM, to non -
Sentence beginning is forgotten, before there is sufficient time to its end.

Danish
Me please you not. For effeminate for Nordic strength,
While the south very pleasant for nordisk yet.

The Swede
Honor and chivalry languages! How noble and masculine you move!
Ren is that the ore your sound, safe as the sun, your time.
Vistas on the height of you, where the thunder storms and talk,
Dalarnas less pleasant are not made for you.
Reflect your face in the lake, and fresh from the male dragen
Wash the foreign makeup, it may soon be too late.

The poem in Swedish