(attempt at polished translation)

With sunrise and moonset, the world continues
In the distance your contour melts into the sunset
The stillness finally found, still causes grief
The silent prayer is only to appease the soul of dedication
When everything returns in (to) silence, passions subside

On the prairie with blowing wind
My sweetheart is living there
Oh wind, please gently fly along
and listen to his melancholic song
Oh moon, please give him light
Oh fire, please warm him up...

Sterkte in deze moeilijke tijd, Garmt was een reus in alles waar hij achteraan ging, meer dan ooit toen zijn fysieke kracht hem verliet. Deze inspiratie zal ik zeker met mij meedragen.