The sun wheels constantly on her way
The woodland shepherd has returned to its den
Dreaming sweet upon a mossy bed
Of buzzing bees and flowery meadows
The sun wheels steady on her way
Honey dreams spark my throat and palate
The winds still howl, and the river stands still
I guess I should return to my rest
Out there, the ice sings lullabies
Over land, and over lake
Over she-bear, over he-bear
Over fields, and over meadows
Over dens and restful beds
Official translation offered by Wardruna in Birna's booklet.