Að Vori - Skálmöld

Þórunn Auðna, þá hún fæddist

Þungt var yfir Ísafold

Eymd sem allt um lá og læddist

Loftið sverti, vötn og mold

Myrkur að vori á Melrakkasléttu

Meybarn var borið í óþökk og nauð

Fátæk og horuð hún fæddist, með réttu

Fyrst voru sporin öll hamingjusnauð

Þakkir fær sá er Þórunni sendi

Þakkir af einingu

Ég veit ekki hvar hún bernskunni brenndi

Barnið með meiningu

Þórunn Auðna, þá hún fæddist

Þeyr blés yfir dal og tún

Varla neina vá hún hræddist

Varin undir galdrarún

Þakkir fær sá er Þórunni sendi

Þakkir af einingu góðar

Ég veit ekki hvar hún bernskunni brenndi

Barnið með meiningu þjóðar

Fyrst varð hún móðurlaus, föðurlaus siðan

Fjöllin og gróðurinn tóku að sér

Ljóshærða flóðið með lokkinn svo friðan

Læst hennar blóðbönd í örlagakver

Ég veit ekki hvar hún æskunni eyddi

Eða hvar hófst hennar ferð

Né hvað það var sem götuna greiddi

Gaf henni bogann og sverð

Þórunn Auðna, þá hún fæddist

Þa blés von um Íslandsströnd

Neistinn fyrir norðan glæddist

Nytsamleg sú hjálparhönd

Þórunn Auðna, when she was born

It was heavy over Ísafold

Misery that all around lay and crept

The air blacks, lakes and soil

Darkness in the spring on Melrakkaslétta

A virgin was carried in ungratefulness and distress

Poor and skinny she was born, rightly so

At first, the steps were all unhappy

Thanks to the one who sent Þórunn

Thanks for the unity

I do not know where she burned as a child

The child with meaning

Þórunn Auðna, when she was born

They blew over the valley and the meadow

Hardly anyone wow she was scared

Protected from magic

Thanks to the one who sent Þórunn

Thanks for the good unit

I do not know where she burned as a child

The child with the meaning of a nation

At first she became motherless, then fatherless

The mountains and the vegetation took over

Blonde flood with the lid so peace

Locked her blood ties in the fortune teller

I do not know where she spent her youth

Or where did her journey begin

Nor what it was that the street paid for

Gave her a bow and a sword

Þórunn Auðna, when she was born

Then there was hope for the Icelandic coast

The spark to the north rejoiced

Useful helping hand