På nyårsdagen 1838 -
On New Year's Day 1838

Ensam i bräcklig farkost vågar
seglaren sig på det vida hav;
stjärnvalvet över honom lågar,
nedanför brusar hemskt hans grav.
Framåt! - så är hans ödes bud;
och i djupen bo som uti himlen Gud.

(Erik Gustaf Geijer)
Alone in a fragile vessel
the sailor ventures out on the wide sea;
the firmament blazes above him,
below him his grave roars horribly.
Onward! - that is his destiny's command;
and in the deep, as in the sky, is God.


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