Við dagsins hnig [English translation]

Still glistening in one’s eyes

beloved gold

Despite you feeling your world has gushed away

It feels to be close by

but its presence never discernible

Who can understand when never questioned?

It has reached its limit at present

dying out as the shadows arrive

only now can we see what is hidden

Lying under the cover with the declining day

(Should there be ghosts and in hiding)

Sitting on the dream’s rocky hillside

and staring at the assemblage of the empty plain

Now it seems

that the patterns move with walls

With two worlds

forming a cross and trying to awaken you

It will always sparkle in my eyes

beloved gold