Om Regnbagen Materialiserades

En daggvuren gryningshimmels disiga bud
Tjänar som arlaregnets segel
Till soleld begnistrar dess mantelskrud
Och var droppe bildar en spegel
Som länkas mot en rymd i bågad ström
Ett draperi som i bjärta kulörer sprakar
Skänkt ifrån molnkaravaners purpurdröm
Lika mystisk som modermörkrets drakar.

Vad skedde om skapnaden blevo solid
En bro över svindeldjupa avgrunder?
Förgrenad vid galaxens gömda lid
Och stjärnhimlens brinnande lunder?
Skulle vi gå längs bågen tunn
Som vattenreflexerna fogar? (mot jordens grund)
Ösa vår visdom ur sagans brunn
Försjunkna i kosmiska skogar? (i en euforisk blund)

Prålande grann
Den tunna materian, genomstrålas
I solskensljus den funnit sin själ
I vattenrök sitt kärl
Väsenfylld
Av vädrets makt förgylld, nyanser målas
Diffusa konturer mitt hjärta när
Och fyller ett fjärilslätt begär.

Jag välkomnar dig, sjufärgade dynasti
Som lindrar min ångest, min inre elegi.

Prålande grann
Den tunna materian, genomstrålas
I solskensljus den funnit sin själ
I vattenrök sitt kärl
Väsenfylld
Av vädrets makt förgylld, nyanser målas
Diffusa konturer mitt hjärta när
Och fyller ett fjärilslätt begär.

[English translation:]

If The Rainbow Materialized.

The hazy message of a dewy dawn sky
Serves as the early morning rain's sail
For sun-fire sparks its mantle-dress
And every drop forms a mirror
Which are connected towards a space in arched stream
A drapery which sparkles in gaudy colours
Gifted from the purple dream of caravans of clouds
As mysterious as the dragons of the mother-darkness.

What would happen if the shape became solid
A bridge over giddy-deep abysses?
Ramified at the hidden slope of the galaxy
And the burning groves of the starry sky?
Would we walk along the thin arch
Which the water reflexes joins? (towards the earth's gound)
Scoop our wisdom from the tale's well
Absorbed in cosmic forests? (in an euphoric slumber)

Blazingly gaudy
The thin matter, is shone through by rays
In sunshine light it has found its soul,
In water smoke its vessel
Being-filled,
Gilded by the weather's power, nuances are painted
Diffuse contours nourishes my heart
And fills a desire as light as a butterfly.

I welcome thee, seven-coloured dynasty
Who ease my anguish, my inner elegy.

Blazingly gaudy
The thin matter, is is shone through by rays
In sunshine light it has found its soul
In water smoke its vessel
Being-filled
Gilded by the weather's power, nuances are painted
Diffuse contours nourishes my heart
And fills a desire as light as a butterfly.