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Questions

Exhausted head, Im looking up to you.
Was it You, in whose one of your names
My own souls blood had flown?

I could feel nothing else
Except a sea of pain
Which dragged my being to the depths.

Why and whence lies in the dark--
Blind my senses had become,
Colored dark red by all the agony. 

To end  I wanted what happened.
In a rope as rapid helper
The only rescue I saw.

Was it You who burned me?
The pain-- it went as it came.
Exhaustion, emptiness remained.

Was it You who sent me this parcel?
Then why could I not feel you?
What sense had all of this?

O would it had it been you, who had
Tormented me so miserably,
Then Id find comfort - and find sense,
Because to you I gave myself!

Original: "Fragen", Kolag Hraban

Asatru Schweiz  -  ARFM - Asatru Ring Frankfurt & Midgard


Translation: Michaela Macha

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