| Quietly I climb | |
| up, while the wind curls thinly -- | |
| towards the White Tooth. | |
| Rustig beklim ik | Leise steige ich |
| de berg, ijl kringelt de wind -- | hinauf, der Wind kräuselt sich -- |
| naar de Witte Tand. | dünn zum Weißen Zahn. |
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