Editing Ja, vi elsker dette landet (section)

==Poetic translation and metric version==
Two alternative [[Metre (music)|metrical versions]] also exist. The second closely follows the original and was learned by heart by a Norwegian<ref>Torolv Hustad, born around 1930.</ref> who did not know the translator's name. It was published (without the translator's name) in a collection of ''Sange og digte paa dansk og engelsk''<ref>{{Cite book|title = Sange og digte paa dansk og engelsk|publisher = "Nordlysets" forlag|year = 1903|location = New York Public Library, digitized by Google|pages = 30–31|editor-last = Volk|editor-first = John}}</ref> ({{Translation|Songs and Poems in Danish and English}}). There are two minor changes in the text in this version, which are presented here. Verse 2, which is seldom sung, has been omitted, and the last two lines in each verse are repeated in the same way as sung in Norwegian.

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|<poem>'''I'''
Norway, thine is our devotion,
Land of hearth and home,
Rising storm-scarr'd from the ocean,
Where the breakers foam.
Oft to thee our thoughts are wending,
Land that gave us birth,
And to saga nights still sending
Dreams upon our earth,
And to saga nights still sending
Dreams upon us on our earth

'''VII'''
Men of Norway, be your dwelling
Cottage, house or farm,
Praise the Lord who all compelling
Sav'd our land from harm.
Not the valour of a father
On the battlefield
Nor a mother's tears, but rather
God our vict'ry sealed,
Nor a mother's tears, but rather
God for us our vict'ry sealed.

'''VIII'''
Norway, thine is our devotion,
Land of hearth and home,
Rising storm-scarr'd from the ocean,
Where the breakers foam.
As our fathers' vict'ry gave it
Peace for one and all,
We shall rally, too, to save it
When we hear the call,
We shall rally, too, to save it
When we hear, we hear the call.</poem>
|<poem>'''I'''
Yes, we love this land arising
Stormbeat o'er the sea
With its thousand homes, enticing,
Rugged though it be.
Love it, love it, not forgetting
Those we owe our birth,
Nor that night of saga letting
Down its dreams to earth,
Nor that night of saga letting
Down its dreams, its dreams, to earth.

'''VII'''
Norseman, where thou dwellest, render
Praise and thanks to Him,
Who has been this land's defender,
When its hopes looked dim.
Wars our fathers' aims unfolded,
Tears our mothers shed,
Roads of them for us He molded,
To our rights they led.
Roads of them for us He molded,
To our rights, our rights, they led.

'''VIII'''
Yes, we love this land arising
Stormbeat o'er the sea
With its thousand homes, enticing,
Rugged though it be.
Like our fathers who succeeded,
Warring for release,
So will we, whenever needed,
Rally for its peace.
So will we, whenever needed,
Rally for its peace, its peace.</poem>
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