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Northern Light

Tekst: Volkslieder (Lets)

Cik naksnīnas pret ziemeli
Ē redzēj’ kāvus karojam;
Karo kāvi pie debesu,
Ē vedīs karus mūs’ zemē.

Tekst: Charles Francis Hall en Fridtjof Nansen

It was night, and I had gone on deck several times.
Iceberg was silent; I too was silent.
It was true dark and cold.
At nine o’clock I was below in my cabin,
when the captain hailed me with the words:
‘Come above, Hall, at once! The world is on fire!’
I knew his meaning, and, quick as thought,
I rushed to the companion stairs.
In a moment I reached the deck,
and as the cabin door swung open,
a dazzling light, overpow’ring light burst
upon my startled senses!

Oh, the whole sky was one glowing mass of coloured flames,
so mighty, so brave!
Like a pathway of light
the Northern Lights seemed to draw us into the sky.
Yes, it was harp-music, wild storming in the darkness;
the strings trembled and sparkled in the glow of the flames
like a shower of fiery darts.
A fiery crown of auroral light cast a warm glow across the arctic ice.
Again at times it was like softly playing,
gently rocking silvery waves,
on which dreams travel into unknown worlds.