I journeyed forth
from the frozen north,
bringing vows with me
on the misty sea.
I have found pleasure
in full measure
but hope to rest
on my Hulda's breast.

There dwells my brother,
my blessčd mother,
my sisters, my friends,
in the flower-starred glens
between mountains and sea ---
how familiar to me! ---
where my life's blind spark
once sprang from the dark.

I pray I may rest
where the priests and the best
of farmers have trod,
with faith in God
and themselves strong as stone ---
as strong as my own! ---
and where life flows bright
amid bounties of light.

Suđur fórumk um ver,
en eg svarna ber
öflga eiđstafi
úr úthafi:
munarmyndum
mjög ţótt yndum,
heimrof mig finni
hjá Huldu minni.

Ţar er barmi blíđur
og blómafríđur
runnur í reit
er eg rökkri sleit;
dalur, sól og sćr
og systur tvćr,
einkamóđir
og ástvinir góđir.

Ţar er búţegn bestur,
bóndi og prestur,
til ţess tel eg vottinn ---
trúir enn á drottinn
og á sjálfan sig
svo sem ég á mig,
ţar er líf í landi
og ljóshćfur andi.