Cherub

You too, who suffers everyones criticisms,
you too are summoned to your place amongst
  the cherubs -
with lion feet, with wings of sunlight
with a venerable human head:
animal-angel.
The cry out to you: "Impure, impure!"
Because they were never striken with purity.
Flame, collect your sparks from all corners,
the furnace awaits, and the hammer which
  forges you to lightening
shall show you the brisk purity of lightening
and your name among the cherubs.

Translated into English by Jenny Nunn in "To a friend".

Swedish original

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