När Alver Sina Runor Sjungit

Solmärkets br1adfang nu star
Vid storskog och rimhöljda snar
Kom! Syster och broder fran lid
Nu stundar en alvehögtid.

En gatfull släkt
I daggkapa skrudad
Av skymningen väckt
Ur mossan som dess hemvist täckt.

[Ref:]
När alver sina runor sjungit
Fran asar, utöver fald
Och pa frostöm växtbädd sprungit
Med ödets härold
Skola ödemarken viska
Fran trolldomskällans bröst
Sasom nordavindar friska
Med en sarogöst.

Höstmoln flyr
I bradstörtad resa
Över kärrlagg och myr
I, av trolltyg omstralat äventyr.

[Ref:]

En rikesfamnande syn
Beskadad av stjärnblick fran skyn.

[English translation:]

When Elves Have Sung Their Runes

The solstice presence now stand
By great forest and rime veiled thickets
Come! Sister and brother from slope
Now an elf feast approaches.

An enigmatic kin
Clad in dew cloak
Woken by twilight
From the moss which has covered their abode.

When elves have sung their runes
From ridges, over plains
And have ran on frost-sore growth bed
With the herald of fate
The wilderness shall whisper
From the breast of the spring of magic
Like fresh northern winds
With a tale voice.

Autumnal clouds flee
In headlong journey
Over marsh and bog
In an adventure surrounded by creatures1.

When elves have sung their runes
From ridges, over plains
And have ran on frost-sore growth bed
With the herald of fate
The wilderness shall whisper
From the breast of the spring of magic
Like fresh northern winds
With a tale voice.

A realm-embracing sight
Seen by star-gaze from the sky.