Viking

Looking out forward over the prow of our long ship,
pulling our oars and listening to the foam;
helmets and sheepskins salt-damp in the sea-mist:
we're going home.
Aslak of Langadale, Einar Thorgeirsson,
Olaf the White and Sigurd the Powerful...
Looking for constellations above the horizon,
West wind cutting sharper than our blades;
smiling forever into an endless sunrise,
we're flying on the waves.
Thorfin Karlsefny, Aud the Deep-Minded,
Snorri Thorbrandsson, Thorstein the Black....
Out of dark Vinland, with grey waves racing before us –
we want no rest.
Back to the homeland, Iceland, sleeping in winter –
back from the West.
Five years we roam;
now we're going home.