Eg vil skriva eit dikt kvar dag,

I want to write a poem every day,

kvar dag.

every day.

Det må då vera liketil.

That should be easy enough.

Browning greidde det lenge, endå

Browning kept at it, though

han rima og

he rhymed and

slo takti

counted beats

med buskute augnebryn.

with bushy eyebrows.

Altso, eit dikt kvar dag.

So, a poem every day.

Eitkvart sviv ein,

Something strikes you,

eitkvart hender,

something happens,

eitkvart legg ein merke til.

something catches your notice.

– Eg stend upp. Det ljosnar.

– I get up. It’s light now.

Har gode forset.

I’ve the best intentions.

Og ser dompapen lettar or kirsebærtreet

And see the bullfinch rising from the cherry tree,

der han stel knupp.

where he’s stealing my buds.