This is how the lucky feel

How the blessed think

Like daybreak in spring

The sun on a spring morning



But how do I feel

In my gloomy depths?



Like the flat brink of a cloud

Like a dark night in autumn

A black winter day

No, darker than that

Gloomier than an autumn night









>> Moon And Sun



Where has the sun gone from us

Where is the moon lost to us

The moon will not gleam at all

Nor will the sun shine at all



Death opens its mouth

The son of the Northlander

Camo to look, to listen



"There beyond the river is hero walking"



He took one step and took another

To the north`s shore he hurried

He drew his sword, wrenched the iron

Snatched from the sheath the harsh one

Upon whose point the moon shone

Upon whose hilt the sun flashed

Upon whose back a horse stands

He uttered a word, spoke thus,

"There the sun has gone from you

The sun gone and the moon lost"









>> Moon And Sun Part Ii: North`s Son



Go, look at the moon

And inspect the sun!

Now they are in the sky

Right in their old places



Hail, moon, for gleeming

Fair one for showing your face

Dear sun for dawning

And daylight for coming up!



Dear moon, you`re out from the rock

Fair day from the cliff

You`ve risen as a golden cuckoo

As a silver dove

Up to where you used to live



Fare well now upon

Your way, upon your journey

Sweetly end your curve beautifully

Come at evening into joy!