Lá i mBealtaine [English translation]

May-time, beautifully formed,

time moves forward in its division;

the blackbird clearly sings his songs

praise of day’s (sun’s) scarce spear.

The rough-colored cuckoo calls;

to welcome summer’s arrival:

settled is a bitter age

in entering a silver forest of trees.

The swallow freely leaps;

(circling) a gentle song (the hill)

crops growing soft and rich;

(the stammering marsh announces).

The corncrake speaks strongly;

a young, high waterfall sings

welcome to the warm (wave);

discussion of rushes has come.

• Artist:Corvus Corax
• Album:Sverker