Tín er degningur
handan líkdampsins flókar.
Dit er morgengryet
hinsides ligdunstens tåger.
Yours is the daybreak
beyond the corpse-reek’s mists.
His father is on a stamp and I would be curious to know more about this man than is known.
When we visited we would eat lamb and speak of the islands further north.
I know the poem quoted here does not truly fit the present circumstance. And yet it does.
Dit er morgengryet. Yours is the daybreak. Morgenens ro.