Í tykja til hava hvørva mín harvið.
Samalt, Í hygga mín spegling.
Her speiliga!
Dára mín doyggja mannasál,
mín mannasál um stendur á egg av sorl.
Skulu tú bjarga meg?

~Translation~

I seem to have lost my way.
Alone, I see my reflection.
It mocks me!
Captivating my dying soul,
my soul that stands on edge of breaking.
Will you save me?