The world streams with dirt, emptiness fills it.
Wounds that the day made heal when evening is at hand.
Calm, calm, I lean my head
on a holy vision, your lingering memory.
Temple; refuge; purification;
my sanctuary!
On your steps saved from the darkness
secure as a child I fall asleep.

Translated into English by David McDuff in "Karin Boye: Complete poems".

Swedish original

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Translation from Swedish into English: David McDuff

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David McDuff, translation.
May and Hans Mehlin, Layout.

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