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Sigurdur Pálsson, from Inside Voices, Outside Light

Nocturne handa þreifandi fullu tungli

Jassmennirnir blása næturgalnir berja
hella tónolíu á eldinn
Blóðheitur hvirfilvindur um gólfið

Skýlaust tunglið blindfullt leikur á banjó
þöglar hamraborgarstaðreyndir í skildagatíð
vinda sér trompettmálóðar í nútíð

Og jassmennirnir blása næturgalnir berja
hella tónolíu á eldinn
Emjandi strengir leiftrandi málmur

Og áfram jassinn næturgalinn
Kviknakin hrynjandi
Dumbrautt háflæði ástríðuþrár

Nocturne for a brimful moon

The jazz players blow the nightjars hammer
pours oil tones onto the flames
Hot-blooded whirlwind around the floor

The cloudless brimful moon plays the banjo
Silent precipitating facts in the conditional mood
winding straight into frenetic horns in the present tense

The jazz players blow the nightjars hammer
pour oil tones onto the flames
Whining strings glittering metal

And still jazz the nightjar beats
Stark naked rhythms
Crimson high tide of passionate longing