And the ship turns away on her keel;
For no man can land on those shores of the blest,
Nor can mortal its secrets reveal.
’Tis only in thought that wisdom can dwell
On the secrets of ice and of sea;
’Tis thus that the beautiful Alfland may well
Yield her wealth to the true devotee.
Let us stand then on Udröst if only in thought,
And there find the knowledge we seek:
The grand northern story as truthfully told