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Raven's Tale. Poem by Þorsteinn Valdimarsson.
End of game
I.
Of your veiled beauty
I drank myself thirsty.
I exposed your nakedness,
and your secret gave me hunger.
I stumbled upon your secret,
and both were satisfied with suffering.
II.
The rose cries in the grove,
she has lost her beloved -
The rose has lost its beloved,
that dear nightingale.
- The birds sing beautifully
on a fruit branch.
Red dew stood on the wings,
which covered the forest; -
Into the morning light they disappeared,
he was so bright.
- Luck carries us far away
from anguish.
End of game
I.
Of your veiled beauty
I drank myself thirsty.
I exposed your nakedness,
and your secret gave me hunger.
I stumbled upon your secret,
and both were satisfied with suffering.
II.
The rose cries in the grove,
she has lost her beloved -
The rose has lost its beloved,
that dear nightingale.
- The birds sing beautifully
on a fruit branch.
Red dew stood on the wings,
which covered the forest; -
Into the morning light they disappeared,
he was so bright.
- Luck carries us far away
from anguish.