Fiskelycka
När vi dragit upp båten tände vi en eld.
I samma stund mörknade floden.
Snart kunde inte heller bergen skönjas.
Det var som om natten skapades av denna eld.
Klarare lyste gräset därinvid och fiskarna,
några silverstrimmiga, några med gröna fräknar.
The joy of fishing
When we had beached the boat we lit a fire.
At the same moment the river grew darker.
Soon the mountains could not be made out either.
It was as if the night was created by this fire.
The grass gleamed brighter close by as did the fish,
some streaked with silver, some with green speckles.
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