Ungar varir okkar mættust,
óskir beggja saman runnu.
Brosin þögul eiða unnu.
Eldarnir á himnum brunnu.
Heitt og viðkvæmt hrærast sá ég
hjarta þitt í leyndu tári.
Bernsku þinnar sólskinssumur
sváfu í þínu gullna hári.

Konungarnir heiðu, háu, –
heitir dagar lífs og máttar, –
komu í skýjum austuráttar
eftir drauma vökunáttar.
Svanir okkar urðu fleygir:
orðin, sem á vörum lágu. –
Jörðin sigldi um sumarnætur
svefnlaus yfir djúpin bláu.

The content of the poem Ástir (Loves) is roughly the following:

Our young lips and wishes came together.
We made a silent oath of smiles.
Fires burned in the heavens.
I saw your warm and sensitive heart
moving in a secret tear.
The sunny summers of your childhood
were sleeping in your golden hair.

The high and clear kings –
the warm days of life and strength –
came with the clouds from the east,
after the dreams of a sleepless night.
Our swans could finally fly:
The words lying on our lips.
And the Earth sailed through the summer nights,
sleepless over the blue deep.