Absalon, my son, that I could have died for you, my son. <br />Life holds no pleasure, let me descent to hell, weeping <br /> <br />Grove of Tuoni, grove of evening, <br />There a sandy cradle is waiting, <br />There I will carry my child. <br /> <br />There the child is free from sorrow <br />In the wood, in the meadow <br />Tending the cattle of Tuoni. <br /> <br />There my child is free from sorrow <br />When the evening casts it's shadow <br />Rocked in the cradle of Tuoni. <br /> <br />There my child is free from sorrow, <br />Lulled to sleep by a birdsong mellow, <br />Rocked in a cradle of gold. <br /> <br />Peace of Tuoni, far from passion <br />Far away from man's oppression <br />Far from the treacherous world.<br /><br />Aleksis Kivi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-heart-s-song/
