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Sprettur (1923)

Sprettur

Ég berst á fáki fráum
fram um veg,
mót fjallahlíðum háum
hleypi ég
og golan kyssir kinn,
á harða, harða spretti
hendist áfram klárinn minn.
Það er sem fjöllin fljúgi
móti mér,
sem kólfur loftið kljúfi
klárinn fer,
og lund mín er svo létt,
eins og gæti ég gjörvallt lífið
geysað fram í einum sprett.
Hve fjör í æðar færist
fáknum með!
Hve hjartað léttar hrærist!
Hlær við geð,
að finna fjörtök stinn!
Þú ert mesti gæðagammur
góði Léttir, klárinn minn!
Hve hátt hann lyftir hnakka,
hvessir brá
og hringar hreykinn makka,
horfið á!
Sko, faxið flaksast til.
Grundin undir syngur söngva
slétt við Léttis hófaspil.
En læg nú sprettinn, Léttir,
líttu á,
við eigum brekku eftir,
hún er há.
Nú æjum við fyrst ögn,
áður söng og hófahljóði
för um rjúfa fjallaþögn.

Gallop

On horseback I am carried
on my way,
up mountainside so steep
I swiftly run,
and breezes kiss my cheek,
and at a breakneck gallop
onward goes my willing steed.
It is as tho’ the hills are
flying past,
like the clapper of a bell
we break the air,
my spirit is so light,
oh if life could always be this
dashing onwards in a flash.
What fire is running thro’
the horse’s veins!
How swift my heart beats!
And I laugh,
to feel the throbbing strength!
You’re the best and have no rival.
Matchless, peerless Lightfoot mine!
How high his neck is arched,
his eyes gleam,
his forelock waving proudly,
as he goes!
See, how his mane is tossed.
Songs are springing from the ground
under Lightfoot’s flying hooves.
But slow your gallop Lightfoot,
look ahead,
the last hill lies before us,
it is steep.
Now we must rest awhile,
until again your singing hoof beats
break the silence of the hills.

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Composer

Sveinbjörn Sveinbjörnsson was an Icelandic composer best known for composing "Lofsöngur", the national anthem of Iceland.


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