Your voice and your steps fall as soft as dew on my day
Where I sit there is spring in the air around me from
your living warmth.
You blossom in my thoughts, you blossom in my blood,
and I only wonder,
that my happy hands do not burst out into heavy roses.
Now the space of everyday envelops us two, like a
soothing faint haze.
Are you afraid of becoming a prisoner, are you afraid of
drowning in the greyness?
Do not be afraid: in the week-day's innermost soul,
in the heart of life itself,
a deep, sacred day is burning with tranquil humming
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.