Love,
To dwell in the secret place;
With the muse of the laws covering your refuge and your fortress,
And, training in the truth.
Fire and ice!
Come to Iceland to see the wonders of nature;
For, the vocalno burst out from the ice and now,
It over flows all it banks.
The muse of love and the muse of life,
To dwell in the secret place;
Like your first love behind the coconut tree!
All in the name of your works.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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