Life acquires a different hue -
trembling, trembling it listens and is silent,
when like the shimmer from V„ttern's stone in the folktale
the thought of you from the depths
rises wholly through-annealing all the world.
Newly-woken I see reality,
where aching dreams burdened me just now.
The air is living, life I breathe,
life from you, from you.