Kindness

by Sigurður Pálsson

Kærleikur
Kindness

The evening brightened steadily
At midnight, light clouds in the sky
iridescent delight 

Clouds that are surely called something
We’re all surely called something

Where does it come from?  This brightness
that grows steadily with the night?

Where does this
iridescent delight come from?
All of this holy joy! 

Water in an iridescent basin
Iridiscent water in a basin 

Translated by Meg Matich and Magnús Sigurðsson.