The most beautiful god

Edith Södergran: The September Lyre

My heart is the most beautiful one in the world.

It is holy.

Whoever sees it

must themselves shine with its glow.

My heart is light as a bird,

the most fragile form on Earth.

I sacrificed it

to an unknown god.

The god highest up in the clouds –

my wings carry me up there –

the most beautiful god

for whom all is dust.

I shall return

with illuminating lightbeams around my head –

none shall see other

than night and god.