Eimreiðin - 01.05.1970, Blaðsíða 62

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EIMREIÐIN
Te lucis ante, so devoutly he
Breathed forth, so sweet the singing syllables,
All sense of self was ravihed out of me.
The others joined their sweet, devout appeals
To his, and sang the whole hymn afterward,
Fixing their eyes on the eternal wheels.
Sharpen thy sight now, Reader, to regard
The truth, for so transparent grows the veil,
To pass within will surely not be hard.
I saw that goodly host stand sentinel
Thereafter, speechless, in expectant love
Scanning the sky with lowly looks, all pale;
And then I saw descending from above
Two angels, bearing fiery swords in hand,
Broke short and bated at the points thereof.
Green as fresh leaves new-budded on a wand
Their rayment was, which billowed out an blew
Behind, by flutter of green pinions fanned.
Sú stund var nær, er mildu valdi vekur
viðkvæmni og þrá í hjörtum sæfaranna
á kveðjudegi, er kvöldið nálgast tekur,
og pílgrímsins ást til æskuranna,
er angurvær af sorg við dagsins endi
kvöldklukknahringing berst um byggðir manna;
en sem ég hlustun hætti og augum renndi
til hópsins, eina sálu þar ég eygði,
er hljóðs og kyrrðar krafðist lyftri hendi