For Norway, today.

Surrounded by enemies, go into your time.
Within a bloody storm – devote yourself to fight.
Maybe you ask in fear, uncovered, open:
With what shall I fight?
What is my weapon?

Here is your shield against violence, here is your sword:
the belief in our life, the worth of mankind.
For all our future’s sake, seek it and cultivate it.
Die if you must,
but increase it and strengthen it.

Then the weapons sink powerless to the ground.
By creating human worth, we create peace.
Those who with their right arm carry a burden,
precious and priceless,
cannot murder.

This is our promise from brother to brother:
We will be good to the earth of mankind.
We will preserve the beauty, the warmth,
as if we carried a child,
carefully on our arm.

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