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O Die pyn-gedagte: My kind is dood! . . .
dit brand soos 'n pyl in my.
Die mense sien daar niks nie van,
en die Here alleen die weet wat ek ly.

Die dae kom en die nagte gaan
die skadu's word lank en weer kort;
die drywerstem van my werk weerklink,
en ek gaan op my kruisweg voort.

Maar daar skiet aldeur 'n pyn in my hart,
so, dat my lewe se glans verdwyn;
Jou kind is dood met 'n vreeslike dood!
En – ek gryp my bors van die pyn.

O Die bliksemgedagte! . . . Ja, lieflingskind,
een straal het jou skone liggaam verskroei,
maar bliksemstrale sonder tal
laat my binneste brand en bloei.

Sy was so teer soos 'n vlindertjie,
sy't lugtig omheen geswerf;
'n asempie wind kon haar vlerkies breek
en – kyk watter dood moes sy sterf!

Hoe weinig die kinders wat so moet sterf,
dis een uit die tienduisend-tal,
en ag, dat dit sy was, en ek moes sien
dat sy dood in my arms val!

O Die pyn-gedagte: My kind is dood! . . .
dit brand soos 'n pyl in my;
die mense die sien daar niks nie van,
en die Here alleen die weet wat ek ly.
(Translation)

Oh the painful thought: my child is dead!
It burns like an arrow in me…
People don’t see any of it
And only the Lord, He knows how I suffer.

Days come and nights go
Shadows grow tall and short again
Behind me, the echo of my work’s moving spirit;
and I… continue my way of the cross

But then, a pain shoots through my heart!
so much so that that the brilliance of my life disappears;
Your child is dead with a terrible death
And I clench my chest with the pain…

Oh the thunderbolt-thought!….yes, beloved child!
One flash of lightning scorched your tender body,
But thunderbolts without number
Leave me to burn and bleed

She was so tender, like a butterfly …
She glided lightly about;
The tiniest breath of wind could have damaged her wings
And -- look, what a death she had to die

How few the children who must so die
One in ten thousand count
And oh, that is was she, and I should see
That she died in my arms.

Oh the painful thought: my child is dead!
It burns like as arrow in me…
People don’t see any of it
And only the Lord, He knows how I suffer.


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2 comments:

  1. Baie dankie!

    "Dit brand soos 'n pyl in my". Baie treffend!

    Riaan

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