Undir J?

Frosin j?n brakar undir f? m?m,
mitt kalda stolt brennur ?jarta m?
og fornir andar reika h?um undir j?
eins og skuggar fort?r sem d?n lifir ?br>?ir eru bergm?fjallana,
eins og vi?m sumarbl?r>?aldri vetrar n?
visna ?, visna ? og deyja.
?ir eru vetrarins dau?umarbl?br>?ei?eirra ?frostr? lag?br>En ?in bo?dau?inn.
Kom ?hinga?l a?yja?
H??sem s? er k?br>og au? endalaus,
h?undir j?
?sem fornir andar reika,
h??g heima
og h?vil ?deyja.

[Gu?dur ?i P?ason Sept 1995 /June 1997]

[English translation:]

Under The Glacier (The Winters Dead Summerflowers)

Frozen soil cracks beneath my feets,
my cold pride burns in my heart
and ancient spirits wander around here beneath the glacier
like shadows of a past that died, but lives on though.
They are the echoes of the mountains,
like fragile summerflowers
on a cold winternight
they wither, they wither and die.

They are the winters dead summerflowers.
On their grave I layed frostroses.
But the silence annonunces my death.
Did I come here to die?

Here, where the sun is cold
and the desert is endless.
Here beneath the glacier
where ancient spirits wander.
Here is my home
and here I want to die.

[Written and translated by G.?P?ason Sept 1995 - June 1997]