Læmní: Svoþ zán Læbhílaf

Omdom eþ mana lernontul Nättaf.

Omfäng veþ nigäsch ara räk þä Lærstí nan Andumaf

Ter íþlidrá þa Sliþáugen-Pondel venset

Veþ nigäsch drana a nasch Oldám, geste ýnn láum Orþaf

Ter hcorð eþ lisät tíls a Lægmít nan eri-nir Selíþaf

Eþ golhiyäg þár nivä ul nímráldi Svoþ zán Læbhílaf

Þaning, eþ encrobhiak voschlet monasch.

Láum þone Oldám tíls þone Láupt, láum flugl tíls Därok

Íþlidrá serín Belgremaf grong

Eþín Orþaf hfara nímrä ter nivor, navien þä Clæksæntof

Omrät kiväþ ser íþlidrá þa Sliþáugen-Pondel

Þár nivä ul nímráldi Svoþ zán Læbhílaf?

— — — . — — — . — — —

How I remember sleepless nights

When we would read by the light of candles

and through the windowpane outside

We would dream a new world, made only from words

And while I listened to a meeting of a thousand winds

I could see there was no remaining space for flowers

So I shall rebuild everything new

From the earth to the sky, from bird to tree

Through those forests green

my words travel far and wide, becoming the mountains

Who said that through the windowpane

There was no remaining space for flowers?

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