“Suddenly, something
comes swiftly toward me
through empty night —
an image that speaks:
“Stay, oh traveller
tired with flight!
Tell me, wanderer —
what are you seeking?”

Kemur þá óðfluga
um auðan veg
mér í móti
mynd farandi:
“bíddu flugmóður
ferðamaður!
heyrðu! hermdu mér,
hvurt á að leita?”
(Jonas Hallgrimsson:
‘The Vastness of the Universe’)