Stien (translation)

Forgotten times on Jotuns path

There over high cliffs and mountains

Has marked it with dust and ashes

From when Alders' herds wandered these grounds

Here Gandviks Cave trolls stamped forth

In an evil and large goblin-herd

Where rangers found a big wisdom

About the lands forest-life and dark sides

Here on the path who creeps eternally forth

Between banks where they difficult still

Can be seen in the horizon

So great it must have been

To look out over all this

And to wander so alone and free

An autumn evening in cold and light mist

Like many before me have experienced

And many before me have appreciated

But memories are forgotten as time passes by

And little is here that once were

Here like elsewhere leaves have wizened

But fallen down on a collapsed earth

Where dreams and lives have passed away

But maybe between a rock

Or behind an old buch

Sits still

And waiting