Isvind, frostvind i armodsbunden skrud
En ljudfyyld fristad at vinterrikets sAndebud
Han som fAddes under polstjArnan, i
strAng kAld
Under stormslitna skarvidders gnistrande skAld
Elementen symboliska avbild,
En dAdskallevit snAgestalt
Med
norrskenblick som flammar vild
Och blixtrar i samklang med allt
VishjArtad och med skuldror som alpkedjor vida,
Det
Aventyrsgivande landskapets medelpunkt
Med istidsdraken fader jAkul vid sin sida
Som ligger stilla och andas tungt
DApt i en
jAkelsjo
Invigd i utopin
Med glaciArvArldens deltaA
VAlvd i periferin
En vintrig krAningsrit
Med vinden som
poet
FjAttrar denna eremit
I sin universalitet
StjArnkartan ristas Aver hans rygg
Av drakens frostklor, som stillsam och
skygg
FArtAljer om dess ursprung i ett sAllsamt kvad,
En ohArd visdom, ett oskrivet titelblad
Dopfunten, en vak i glaciArskorpans
yta
Och stormen tjAnar som energisk psalm
KnAbAjd pa frusen bAdd ses han flyta,
Pa solmejslade block, pa vattenkristallers
malm
DAr iskolosser byggs pa varje sekund och minut
Och det arktiska kungadAmets monark ligger stolt
Hans karga rike verkar
segra till slut
Aver den likbleka solens trevande revolt
[English translation:]
BAPTIZED IN A GLACIAL
LAKE
Icewind, frostwind in poverty-bound garb
A soundfilled refuge for the messenger of the wintry realm
He who was born
under the North Star, in bitter cold
Under the sparkling shield of storm-torn plains of crust
Symbolic image of the
elements,
A skull white shape of snow
With a gaze of northern lights which blazes wildly
And flashes in harmony with
everything
Wise at heart and with shoulders like wide Alpine ranges,
The center of the adventure-giving landscape
With the Ice
Age dragon Father Glacier by its side
Who lies calmly and breathes heavily
Baptized in a glacial lake,
Initiated into the
utopia
With the delta-isle of the glacier world
Arched in the periphery
A wintry rite of coronation
With the wind as
poet
Fetters this hermit
In its universality
A star chart is carved in his back
by the dragon's frost claws, that calmly
and shyly
Tells about it origins in a strange song,
An unheard wisdom, an unwritten title page
The baptismal font, a hole in the
surface of the glacier's crust
And the storm serves as an energetic psalm
Kneeling on frozen bed he is seen float,
On blocks
chiselled by the sun, on the ore of water crystals
Baptized in a glacial lake,
Initiated into the utopia
With the delta-isle
of the glacier world
Arched in the periphery
A wintry rite of coronation
With the wind as poet
Fetters this hermit
In its
universality
Where Ice hulks grow every second and minute
The monarch of the Arctic Kingdom lies proud
In the end his barren
realm seems to prevail
Over the fumbling revolt of the livid sun
