fljotavik

sjaum yfir ra

sjoinn skerum fra

vid siglum mastri tru

seglum thondum

med styrimann i bru

vid siglum i land

i storgryti og sand

vid vodum i land

ofremdarastand

ja anskotann

feginn fann eg thar

thokkum akaflega

i skjoli neydarhuss

og vid svafum

storvidri ofsadi ut

we look over the rudder

cut off the sea

we sail by the mast

stretch the sails

with a helmsman on the bridge

we sail ashore

up on the large rocks and the sand

we wade ashore

what a mess

fuck yes

happy to find there

endlessly thanking

sheltered in a makeshift house

and we slept

as the storm died down