Across the world, in Sweden whence I hail from,
there is an island by the name [redacted];
loved by the rich who summertime in boats come
for beauty that's unmatched in other lands.

The grandest castle towers high above her,
around her circle sailing-boats and swans.
There lies my past - revealed now, curious lover!
The background which you drew me from at once.

See, I come not from misery but from splendor;
with bliss was filled the world I left behind
to come to you as lover and defender
and seek still holier happiness by your side.

God gave me sight that senses souls through faces;
your purity and innocence were clear,
as was the love that in my arms erases
and melts yourself before me without fear.