One summer’s week; a festival, a stranded friend, sunny rain, a chair, the sea, Mimmi and a man in hiding. 

It sparkles so beautifully in the stream, 
it chirps of joy in the willow. 
I lie here like in a lazy dream, 
embraced by mother nature’s pillow. 
The song, the scent, it shines and beams 
from the earth and sky and everything around me where I lie. 

It is as though the wind carries a message for me 
of happy days that soon will flee, 
my blood is afire, I think I'm in love 
- darling, in who? - in everything that breathes above. 
I wished for everything of heaven and earth 
to lay close to my heart in the shape of my love, 
for all it’s worth. 

(Translation and transformation of Fröding’s I Ungdomen)