Salme - Tulus

Langt inn i sort fløyel blekner en stjerne,

en ånd forlater en gammel mann.

I sorg fraktes liket av ringrev og terne,

til endelig hvile i rubiner og sand.

I tårer mot stenveggen klynges de sammen,

villjenter, ulvebarn, gnagere, fugl.

Nede i grottene slukner snart flammen,

tent av oppdageren, slukket av gud.

Luften blir krydret med nellik og rose,

med sølvfarget dugg fra en sjel og et sinn.

Til viser om hav vil de Samleren lose,

til barskog og stjerner og måneskinn.

Far into the black velvet a star fades,

a spirit leaves an old man.

In mourning the body is carried by ring foxes and terns,

to finally rest in rubies and sand.

In tears against the stone wall they cluster together,

wild girls, wolf children, rodents, birds.

Down in the caves the flame soon goes out,

lit by the discoverer, extinguished by god.

The air is spiced with cloves and roses,

with silver-colored dew from a soul and a mind.

To show about the sea, the Collector will loose,

to coniferous forests and stars and moonlight.