| Fríða náttin er ein eimur | The gentle night distills in azure steam, |
| Stjørnugrús, nú vaknar heimur | Stardust sifts—a world stirs from its slumber, |
| Nakin standi eg | I stand unveiled, |
| Eina her. | Alone, a host at war. |
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| Maður vakur men so styggur | A man: so fair, yet shadowed at the edges, |
| Nærkast varisliga, hyggur | He nears with wary eyes, his intent veiled; |
| Taradimt er hár | His hair—dim as dusk-touched bronze, |
| Tinnuhúð. | His skin glints, sharp as hammered tin. |
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| Verð mín, | Be mine, |
| Verð mín, | Be mine, |
| Verð mín. | Be mine. |
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| Undan fert tú eftir hæli | You flee—pursuing shelter’s covert grace, |
| Bangin, stundar eftir sælu | Trembling, you pant for moments touched by rapture, |
| Tøld eg fylgi tær | Entranced, I trace your path, |
| Verð hjá mær. | Stay near me now. |
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| Nærkast hav og himmalrendur | Sea and sky’s horizon presses closer, |
| Kveiktar skelva tínar hendur | Your hands—lit embers—shudder in the darkness, |
| Til tín komi inn | Let my voice find its way within you, |
| Nem við meg. | Reach—brush me, let us be. |
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| Verð mín, | Be mine, |
| Verð mín, | Be mine, |
| Verð mín. | Be mine. |
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| Skrínið læsti, lykil fjaldi | The casket locked, the secret key concealed, |
| Signaði ímóti galdri | Sealed with blessings, warded against witchery, |
| Maður er mítt hav | You are the ocean I have claimed, |
| Nátt er av. | Night’s curtain falls. |
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| Tokkabundin hann meg fevnir | Bound by longing’s spell, he folds me close, |
| Nevnir meg ein eydnulut | He calls me fate’s rare token, |
| Farin eru øll | All others scattered, gone, |
| Einsamøll. | I am the solitary one. |
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| Verð mín, | Be mine, |
| Verð mín, | Be mine, |
| Verð mín. | Be mine. |
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| Mín ham mítt hylki | My skin, my sheath— |
| Eg sakni tað ikki, | I do not mourn its loss, |
| Ein ham eitt hylki | A single skin, a single shell— |
| Eg gloymi tað ikki. | That I will not forget. |