I en distanserad riktning
FArstArker det bjArta prismat sin vag
En fArtAtning som bildar nyansers skiktning,
Det Ar
vattnets och markens dialog
Som talar ut vid fArgernas brott
Se, regnbagen materialiseras
Vattendroppar blir vindbryggan till
kosmiska slot
Mer fjArran An molnriket, dAr vAtan fArdelas
Med ljuset brytning, en lodrAt bro
Som tvingar min skugga att
lysa
I spAklika kulArer som I urgammal tro
Fick varje sjAl att frysa
SpektralfArgers rena vAsen formas
Och flyktar mot en
regnskrudad sky
DAr vattnets vidgande aura stormas
Av de energimAnster som skapar hela min vy
Och fArkroppsligar alla magiska
stunder,
Essensen av harmoni och skAnhet
Jag anar den osynliga delen dArunder
Guidad av seklers egen erfarenhet
Var hAlsad
du sjufArgade dynasti
Som lindrar min angest och fArlAser sjAlens energi
[English translation:]
THE MYSTERY OF
NATURE
In a distant direction
The bright prisma augments its wave
A condensation which forms the stratification of
nuances
It is the dialogue between the water and the ground
That speak up where the colours are refracted
Lo, the rainbow
materialises
Drops of water become the drawbridge of cosmic castles
More distant than the realm of clouds, where the water is
divided
With the light's refraction, a vertical bridge
Which forces my shadow to glow
In ghostly colours which in ancient
belief
Made every soul freeze
The pure beings of spectral colours are formed
And flee towards a sky dressed in rain
Where the
widening aura of the water is stormed
By the patterns of energy that create my entire view
And embodies all magical
moments,
The essence of harmony and beauty
I can barely make out the invisible part below
Guided by centuries' own
experience
Hail to you, seven-coloured dynasty
Who ease my anguish and set the energy of the soul free
