by Eino Leino
What is this fragrance around me?
What is this quietness?
What is this promise of peace in my heart,
what strange, grand, new thing is this?
I hear how the flowers are growing
and the talk of the trees in the wood.
I think that my old dreams are ripening
all my hopes, all the things that I sowed.
Everything’s quiet around me,
Everything’s gentle and sweet.
Great flowers are opening here in my heart
with a fragrance of deepest peace.
– Translated by Lola Rogers