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- Translated transcription: When the wind has died down and the evening is quiet, when the ship lies with hanging sail, mirrored in the shining green sea, the friends converse over the ship’s side.
“Do you remember, shield-maiden,” they say, “the spot where we played under the bluffs and the lovely Scots roses we used to adorn you. Do you remember, when you were small and wanted us to go to the western horizon to catch the red sun for you when it touched the sea. You would not believe that it was the youth Dagr who drove it. You could not see him, you said; then we showed you the beautiful, red cloud which was his garment.”
“Tell us if you remember –” so they continued. Only when the morning breeze swelled the sail and the waves again slapped on the stern, do they once more return to their travel in the ship’s wake.
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