Saliga väntan

Blessed it is to wait for you who shall come

when your soul is in bloom with the love

that consumes me with its fire.

Blessed it is to wait for you, for you.

The sky expands, the earth is quiet!

Deep in my soul is silence.

Only the fire that consumes me

rises from the depths to seek you.

And you will come, my scorching fire

will be flowers in your hands,

for me it will be spring everlasting,

the day you whisper: I love you.