Avskedssång till finnmarksskalden Broder Joachim [English translation]

Broder Joachim, you are going to where wild apples glow,

and where the southernwood slowly wither at the hundred year old farm -

You shall greet all the old folks, young, all the living and the dead,

you shall greet sparrow and cranny; you shall greet fox and marten

Brother Joachim, we sat by our dark beer and dreamed

about the silver-white wells at the ley of Rökstubacken,

and we saw some visions to forget the city dust,

and the black tavern of Tullen turned into a charcoal burner's shack.

Brother Joachim, you go to where, the mountain ash are heavy loaded -

send warm regards to the yellow straw and sparse grains of Luossa.

Listen to how the elms of the park of Haga sing slowly to your farewell,

and the tower of the Masthugg temple is calling warmly to the evening prayer!

You shall greet all the yellow marshes and cool rivers of Paiso,

You shall greet all the haystacks, all the flies and wild shrubbery.

All the hens and hungry magpies you shall greet from a brother,

who walks in the foreign country with the soul heavy of memories.

But, oh brother, when you sit among forever singing trees,

when you build a shack in the middle of Mattna's dark forest,

pray for those, choking from the city, that they long stay young

and dream about trolls and highlands in the black tavern of Tullen.

pray for those, choking from the city, that they long stay young

and dream about trolls and highlands in the black tavern of Tullen.