The May Star - Halldór Kiljan Laxness

Oh how light is thy shoe-sound

oh how long I abode thee

there is spring snow on window

bitter wind that whines

but I know one star

one star that shines

and now at last art thou come

thou art come to me.

 

There are difficult times

there is employment arguing

I have nothing to offer

not a morsel that I give

except my hope and my life

whether I wake or sleep

this one thing that thou gavest me

that is all that I have.

 

But tonight ends the winter

of every working man

and tomorrow shines a May-sun

it is his May-sun

it is our May-sun

of our unity bond

for thee bear I the flag

of this land of the future.

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Halldór Kiljan Laxness (1902 - 1998) Iceland

Translator not stated ("Anonim")

Source: Babelmatrix