If I profane with my own worthiest hand this holy shrine... my lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
Ef feimin hönd mín setur svartan blett á ūessa dũrlings-örk, skal finna ūann pílagrím, sem gæti strokiđ létt allt ūađ grím á braut međ kossi vara sinna.