You too, who suffers everyones criticisms,
you too are summoned to your place amongst
the cherubs -
with lion feet, with wings of sunlight
with a venerable human head:
The cry out to you: "Impure, impure!"
Because they were never striken with purity.
Flame, collect your sparks from all corners,
the furnace awaits, and the hammer which
forges you to lightening
shall show you the brisk purity of lightening
and your name among the cherubs.
Translated into English
by Jenny Nunn in "To a friend".
Copyright © 1997:
Translation from Swedish into English: Jenny Nunn
Published with the permission of:
Jenny Nunn, translation.
May and Hans Mehlin, Layout.