Ja, vi elsker dette landet

Ja, vi elsker dette landet

English: 'Yes, we love this country'
National anthem of	Norway
Lyrics	Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
Music	Rikard Nordraak
Adopted	1864 (de facto) 2019 (de jure)

"Ja, vi elsker dette landet" (Norwegian pronunciation: [ˈjɑː ʋiə̯ ˈɛ̝̀ls̪kə ˈɖɛ̝̀tːə ˈl̪ɑ̀nːə] YAH vee EL-sker DET-tuh LAHN-nuh; "Yes, we love this country") is the Norwegian title and incipit of a 19th-century patriotic song written in 1859 by Nobel Prize laureate Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson, and composed by his cousin Rikard Nordraak in 1863. This song has officially served as the national anthem of Norway since December 2019, though it has been considered a de facto anthem of Norway for roughly a century and a half alongst "Sønner av Norge" and "Norges Skaal".

Lyrics

This song has eight verses in total. However, only the first, seventh and eighth verses are used for the national anthem.

Original text	Modern Norwegian lyrics	Urban East Norwegian IPA transcription	Common Norwegian-American English version
Ja, vi elsker dette Landet, som det stiger frem furet, vejrbidt over Vandet med de tusind Hjem. Elsker, elsker det og tænker paa vor Far og Mor 𝄆 og den Saganat, som sænker Drømme paa vor Jord. 𝄇 Norske Mand i Hus og Hytte, tak din store Gud! landet vilde han beskytte, skønt det mørkt saa ud. Alt, hvad Fædrene har kjæmpet, Mødrene har grædt, 𝄆 har den Herre stille læmpet, saa vi vant vor Ret. 𝄇 Ja, vi elsker dette Landet, som det stiger frem furet, vejrbidt over Vandet med de tusind Hjem. Og som Fædres Kamp har hævet det af Nød til Sejr, 𝄆 ogsaa vi, naar det blir krævet, for dets Fred slaar Lejr. 𝄇	Ja, vi elsker dette landet, som det stiger frem, furet, værbitt over vannet, med de tusen hjem. Elsker, elsker det og tenker på vår far og mor 𝄆 og den saganatt som senker drømme på vår jord. 𝄇 Norske mann i hus og hytte, takk din store Gud! Landet ville han beskytte, skjønt det mørkt så ud. Alt hvad fedrene har kjempet, mødrene har grett, 𝄆 har den Herre stille lempet, så vi vant vår rett. 𝄇 Ja, vi elsker dette landet, som det stiger frem, furet, værbitt over vannet, med de tusen hjem. Og som fedres kamp har hevet det av nød til seir, 𝄆 også vi, når det blir krevet, for dets fred slår leir. 𝄇	[jɑː ʋiə̯ ɛ̝ls̪kə‿ɖɛ̝tːə lɑnːə ǀ] [s̪ɒ̝ʷm deɛ̯ s̪tiə̯gəɾ̺ fɾ̺̊ɛ̝m ǀ] [fɨːᵝɾ̺ətʰ ʋæɾ̺bɪ̟tː ɔ̝ʷɑ̯ʋəɾ̺ ʋɑnːə ǀ] [meɛ̯ də tʰɨːᵝs̪ən jɛ̝m ‖] [ɛ̝ls̪kəɾ̺ ɛ̝ls̪kə‿ɖeɛ̯ ɒ̝ʷ tʰɛ̝ŋkʰəɾ̺ ǀ] [pʰɔ̝ʷɑ̯ ʋɔ̝ʷɑ̯ɾ̺ fɑːɾ̺ ɒ̝ʷ mɯᵝə̯ɾ̺ ǀ] 𝄆 [ɒ̝ʷ dən s̪ɑːgɑːnɑtʰ s̪ɒ̝ʷm s̪ɛ̝ŋkʰəɾ̺ ǀ] [dɾ̺ɞ̝ʷmːə pʰɔ̝ʷɑ̯ ʋɔ̝ʷɑ̯ɾ̺ jɯᵝə̯ɽ ‖] 𝄇 [nɒ̝ʷʂkə mɑnː iə̯ hɨːᵝs̪ ɒ̝ʷ hɪ̟ᵝtːə ǀ] [tʰɑkː dɪ̟n s̪tɯᵝə̯ɾ̺ə gɨːᵝt ǀ] [lɑnːə ʋɪ̟lːə hɑːm‿bəʃɪ̟ᵝtːə ǀ] [ʃɞ̝ʷntʰ deɛ̯ mɞ̝ʷɾ̺ktʰ s̪ɔ̝ʷɑ̯ ɨːᵝt ‖] [ɑɫ̪tʰ ʋɑːt fɛ̝dɾ̺eɛ̯nə hɑːɾ̺ ɕɛ̝mpʰətʰ ǀ] [mɞ̝ʷdɾ̺eɛ̯nə hɑːɾ̺ gɾ̺ɛ̝tː ǀ] 𝄆 [hɑː‿ɖən hæɾ̺ə s̪tɪ̟lːə lɛ̝mpʰətʰ ǀ] [s̪ɔ̝ʷɑ̯ ʋiə̯ ʋɑntʰ ʋɔ̝ʷɑ̯ɾ̺ ɾ̺ɛ̝tː ‖] 𝄇 [jɑː ʋiə̯ ɛ̝ls̪kə‿ɖɛ̝tːə lɑnːə ǀ] [s̪ɒ̝ʷm deɛ̯ s̪tiə̯gəɾ̺ fɾ̺̊ɛ̝m ǀ] [fɨːᵝɾ̺ətʰ ʋæɾ̺bɪ̟tː ɔ̝ʷɑ̯ʋəɾ̺ ʋɑnːə ǀ] [meɛ̯ də tʰɨːᵝs̪ən jɛ̝m ‖] [ɒ̝ʷ s̪ɒ̝ʷɱ‿fɛ̝dɾ̺əs̪ kʰɑmp hɑːɾ̺ heɛ̯vətʰ ǀ] [deɛ̯ ɑːʋ nøʷœ̯t tʰɪ̟l s̪æɪ̯ɾ̺ ǀ] 𝄆 [ɒ̝ʷs̪ɔ̝ʷɑ̯ ʋiə̯ ǀ nɔ̝ʷɑ̯‿ɖeɛ̯ blɪ̟ɾ̺ kɾ̺̊eɛ̯vətʰ ǀ] [fɒ̝ʷrː‿ɖɛ̝ts̪ fɾ̺̊ɛ̝t s̪lɔ̝ʷɑ̯‿ɭæɪ̯ɾ̺ ‖] 𝄇	Yes, we love with fond devotion This our land that looms Rugged, storm-scarred o'er the ocean With her thousand homes. Love her, in our love recalling Those who gave us birth. 𝄆 And old tales which night, in falling, Brings as dreams to earth. 𝄇 Norseman, whatsoe'er thy station, Thank thy God whose power willed and wrought the land's salvation In her darkest hour. All our mothers sought with weeping And our sires in fight, 𝄆 God has fashioned in His keeping Till we gained our right. 𝄇 Yes, we love with fond devotion This our land that looms Rugged, storm-scarred o'er the ocean With her thousand homes. And, as warrior sires have made her Wealth and fame increase, 𝄆 At the call we too will aid her Armed to guard her peace. 𝄇

Metrical English translation

Norway, thine is our devotion,

Land of hearth and home,

Rising storm-scarred from the ocean,

Where the breakers foam.

Often 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!

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Men of Norway, be your dwelling

Cottage, house or farm,

Praise the Lord who all compelling

Saved our land from harm.

Not the valour of a father

On the battlefield

Nor a mother's tears, but rather

God our victory sealed.

Nor a mother's tears, but rather

God for us our victory sealed.

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Norway, thine is our devotion,

Land of hearth and home,

Rising storm-scarred from the ocean,

Where the breakers foam.

As our fathers' victory 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!