I was taught something to day

I was taught something to day
Into joy, I am not allowed.
Into success, I am not allowed
Into love, I am not allowed.
I have no permission to give in to happiness.
Someone surrounded me,
and grounded me in sorrow.
The smile on my face is there to guarantee you no harm,
moving in my direction.
But my tears, that I cannot hide, are all there to scare you away,
the very moment that you reach my heart.
And you follow politely the procedure,
As everybody else.
Somehow, what you did, was holding me a mirror,
and made me face the fact,
that I do only possess a lonely and bitter heart.
The illusion of myself providing others with human warmth and tenderness,
just burst into chystals right before my eyes.
In spite of alle my wishes
I do not have anything to offer.

Du lyder meget trist , ensom og selvbebrejdende... Jeg kan umuligt tro, at du skulle være så håbløs, men jeg tror at du har været ude for en meget ubehagelig oplevelse. Der er én, der ikke har behandlet dig ordentligt! Vedkommende fortjener ikke at være sammen med dig!
I øvrigt et (teknisk) meget flot digt; Dejligt at se et digt på disse sider uden stavefejl! Hvis jeg var dig, ville jeg droppe kommaerne og måske lave nogle flere linieskift, så linierne blev af mere ensartet længde ;-)
- I think you have plenty to offer!

Det er et tungt en.
""The smile on my face is there to guarantee you no harm""
I say.
Silence is a killer.
Take charge, and life is yours.
vh
Tom

Til alle jer som mestrer det engelske.
For jeg gør ikke.

Life seems as a creditcard.
Mine is though below zero!
How much can I charge it on?
As much as I give away - they say...
But I still don't feel as I have given anybody anything.
Silence is a killer?
I sincerely need a friend to kill the silence for me!

For some reason I keep on coming back to this one.
maybe becauce I have had my spell of writing poetry.
I can only say this.
Nobody will ever understand your way of life.
And only becauce you are not egoistisk.
But egoisme works only if your understand others.
Halfgood.
Life is not about others persons.
Life is about you.
vh
Tom

But my tears, that I cannot hide, are all there to scare you away,
the very moment that you reach my heart.
And you follow politely the procedure,
As everybody else.
Somehow, what you did, was holding me a mirror,
and made me face the fact,
that I do only possess a lonely and bitter heart.
The illusion of myself providing others with human warmth and tenderness,
just burst into chystals right before my eyes.
In spite of alle my wishes
I do not have anything to offer.

Jeg blev belært om noget idag
Til glæde har jeg ingen adgang
Til succes har jeg ingen adgang
Til kærlighed har jeg ingen adgang
Det er ikke tilladt mig at give mig hen i lykke
Nogen har omringet mig,
og grundlagt mig i sorg
Smilet på mit ansigt er der for at garantere dig harmløshed, når du bevæger dig i min retning.
Men mine tårer som jeg ikke kan skjule, er der allesammen for at skræmme dig væk, i det øjeblik du når mit hjerte.
Og du følger høfligt proceduren, ganske som alle andre.
På en måde var det du gjorde, at holde et spejl op for mig, og fik mig derved til at indse det faktum, at jeg kun ejer et ensomt og bittert hjerte.
Forestillingen om at jeg giver andre medmenneskelighed og omsorg krystalliserede sig netop for mine øjne.
På trods af alle mine ønsker, så har jeg ikke noget at give.

Du lyder ikke glad, hvis det er som du har det, vil jeg ønske dig det bedre i fremtiden.
Tak for oversættelsen.

Smukt Halfevil, smukt:)
Lad ikke livets fortrædeligheder og tungsind nå dig. Der er masser af gode tilgange til livet, jeg selv ihukommer Samuel Becket ind imellem, bare for ikke at blive for stille. :)
"Perhaps my best years are gone, but I wouldn't want them back - not with the fire in me now" :)
V.H. Modild

""I sincerely need a friend to kill the silence for me!""
As your command of language is without doubt no problem.
I get tears in my eyes just to read your mail.
To charge something on a credit card is to place responsibility on others behalf .
Life is like being a tree.
My deer friend, life is not about others, life is about you.
You’re mother or father left something of there life in your ability to survive and to produce, and you hopefully learned/respect something from them.
For you to give away, you need to be sure what to give.
To give, inherits more responsibility than to take.
You are as old as your family tree, it may be several thousands of years.
You will pass on your life to your offspring.
Others will decide if you gave something.
Why don’t you just do as you are best till.
Live without a credit card is not so bad, but it takes evaluation.
vh
Tom;)

Ja...jeg forstår...nogengange er den meget larmende...stilheden.
Tak for dit svar Modild...Ham Becket, han er ret vis...det er drømmende man lever for, men ilden man lever af! Uden ild, igen drømme!
Jeg har nok læst en del...ikke så meget som du har, jeg kan bare ikke huske ret meget af det ordret. Kun sjældent kan jeg huske forfatternes navne...men jeg kan tydeligt huske det, de efterlader i mig. Det er refleksioner på andres tanker der får en til at føle sig levende. Det er en stor fornøjelse at læse hvad andre skriver, synes jeg. Og ikke mindst hvad du skriver Modild ;o)

I feel that too!
Your answer makes me feel as if we were connected somehow.
I might say, that you caught a glimpse of the substance of the silence in my heart.
"You’re mother or father left something of there life in your ability to survive and to produce, and you hopefully learned/respect something from them."
Deeply true my friend! Is it possible, that those two persons provided me with evil and love in the moment I was conceived?
I will read your answer thousands of times again...it feels so good and tastefull to take in. Thank you Tom.

Makes life word living.
A touch, a smile, a smell, your svar.
Jeg vil sov, med et smil fordi du gider at svare.
Silence kills, A smile cures.
Goodnat.
vh
Tom;)

Life is something you can not take fór granted.
Life is about only me!!!
Vh
And a good weekend,
From
vh Tom.
Som har weekend nu

Og jeg vil mene, at det med navne og alt det udenads-fis:) Ikke er så vigtigt som netop indtrykket det efterlader, som du også er inde på.
Indtrykket rykker og får os til at tænke. :)
V.H. Modild