Der er et yndigt land
by Adam Oehlenschläger

Der er et Yndigt land (There is a Lovely Land) is the (civil) national anthem of Denmark. If the royal family is present, the royal anthem, Kong Christian stod ved højen mast, is used. In its common use only the first stanza and the three last verses of the fourth are used. Even if all four stanzas are sung, the first half of the fourth is practically always omitted. The third and sixth verses of each stanza are repeated once.

— Excerpted from Der er et yndigt land on Wikipedia, the free online encyclopedia.
Original language Literal translation Free metrical translation
Der er et yndigt land,
det står med brede bøge
nær salten østerstrand
Det bugter sig i bakke, dal,
det hedder gamle Danmark
og det er Frejas sal
There is a lovely country
it stands with broad beeches
near the salty eastern beach
It winds itself in hill, valley,
it is called old Denmark
and it is Freja's hall
There is a lovely land
with spreading, shady beeches
Near Baltic's salty strand
Its hills and valleys gently fall,
its ancient name is Denmark,
And it is Freya's hall
Der sad i fordums tid
de harniskklædte kæmper,
udhvilede fra strid
Så drog de frem til fjenders mén,
nu hvile deres bene
bag højens bautasten
There sat in former times,
the armour-suited giants,
rested from confict
Then they journeyed forwards
to their enemies' injury,
now their bones are resting
behind the small hill's menhir
There in the ancient days
the armoured Vikings rested
Between their bloody frays
Then they went forth the foe to face,
now found in stone-set barrows,
Their final resting place
Det land endnu er skønt,
thi blå sig søen bælter,
og løvet står så grønt
Og ædle kvinder, skønne mø'r
og mænd og raske svende
bebo de danskes øer
That country is still lovely,
because the sea waves so blue frolic,
and the foliage stands so green
And noble women, beautiful maidens,
and men and brisk swains
inhabit the Danes' islands
This land is still as fair,
the sea is blue around it,
And peace is cherished there
Strong men and noble women still
uphold their country's honour
With faithfulness and skill
Hil drot og fædreland!
Hil hver en danneborger,
som virker, hvad han kan!
Vort gamle Danmark skal bestå,
så længe bøgen spejler
sin top i bølgen blå
Hail king and fatherland!
Hail every a townsman,
that works, what he can
Our old Denmark shall endure,
as long the beech reflects
its top in the wave so blue