Heyr, himna smiður (Listen, smith of the heavens)

The choir that I am in will be singing this song for our upcoming Christmas concert. Beautiful.

Listen, smith of the heavens,

what the poet asks.

May softly come unto me

thy mercy.

So I call on thee,

for thou hast created me.

I am thy slave,

thou art my Lord.

God, I call on thee

to heal me.

Remember me, mild one, (or mild king. This is a pun on the word mildingur).

Most we need thee.

Drive out, O king of suns,

generous and great,

every human sorrow

from the city of the heart.

Watch over me, mild one,

Most we need thee,

truly every moment

in the world of men.

Send us, son of the virgin,

good causes,

all aid is from thee,

in my heart.

Heyr, himna smiður, 

hvers skáldið biður.

Komi mjúk til mín

miskunnin þín.

Því heit eg á þig,

þú hefur skaptan mig.

Eg er þrællinn þinn,

þú ert drottinn minn.

Guð, heit eg á þig,

að þú græðir mig.

Minnst þú, mildingur, mín,

mest þurfum þín.

Ryð þú, röðla gramur,

ríklyndur og framur,

hölds hverri sorg

úr hjartaborg.

Gæt þú, mildingur, mín,

mest þurfum þín,

helzt hverja stund

á hölda grund.

Send þú, meyjar mögur,

málsefnin fögur,

öll er hjálp af þér,

í hjarta mér.