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Poetic Edda - Thorpe Trans.
The Lay of Hyndla. Freyja 1. Wake, maid of maids! Wake, my friend! Hyndla! Sister! who in the cavern dwellest. Now there is a dark of darks; we will both to Valhall ride, and to the holy fane. 2. Let us Heriafather pray into our minds to enter, he gives and grants gold to the deserving. He gave to Hermod a helm and corslet, and from him Sigmund a sword received. 3. Victory to his sons he gives, but to some riches; eleoquence to the great, and to men, wit; fair wind he gives to traders, but poesy to skallds; valour he gives to many a warrior. 4. She to Thor will offer, she to him will pray, that to thee he may be well disposed; although he bears ill will to Jötun females. 5. Now of thy wolves take one from out the stall; let him run with runic rein. Hyndla 6. Sluggish is thy hog the god's way to tread: Freyja 7. I will my noble palfrey saddle. Hyndla 8. False art thou, Freyja! who tempest me: by thy eyes thou showest it, so fixed upon us; while thou thy man hast on the dead_road, the young Ottar, Innstein's son. Freyja 9. Dull art thou, Hyndla! methinks thou dreamest, since thou sayest that my man is on the dead_road with me; there where my hog sparkles with its golden bristles, hight Hildisvini, which for me made the two skilful dwarfs, Dain and Nabbi. From the saddle we will talk: let us sit, and of princely families discourse, of those chieftains who from the gods descend. They have contested for the dead's gold, Ottar the young and Angantżr. 10. A duty 'tis to act so that the young prince his paternal heritage may have, after his kindred. 11. An offer_stead to me he raised, with stones constructed; now is that stone as glass become. With the blood of oxen he newly sprinkled it. Ottar ever trusted in the Asyniur. 12. Now let us reckon up the ancient families, and the races of exalted men. Who are the Skiöldings? Who are the Skilfings? Who the Ödlings? Who the Ylfings? Who the höld_born? Who the hers_born? The choicest race of men under heaven? Hyndla 13. Thou, Ottar! art of Innstein born, but Innstein was from Alf the Old, Alf was from Ulf. Ulf from Sęfari, but Sęfari from Svan the Red. 14. Thy father had a mother, for her necklaces famed, she, I think, was named Hledis the priestess; Frodi her father was, and her mother Friant: all that stock is reckoned among chieftains. 15. Ali was of old of men the strongest, Halfdan before him, the highest of the Skiöldungs; (Famed were the wars by those chieftains led) his deeds seemed to soar to the skirts of heaven. 16. By Eimund aided, chief of men, he Sigtrygg slew with the cold steel. He Almveig had to wife, first of women. They begat and had eighteen sons. 17. From them the Skiöldungs, from them the Skilfings, from them the Ödlings, from them the Ynglings, from them the höld_born, from them the hers_born, the choicest race of men under heaven. All that race is thine, Ottar Heimski! 18. Hildegun her mother was, of Svafa born and a sea_king. All that race is thine, Ottar Heimski! Carest thou to know? Wishest thou a longer narrative? 19. Dag wedded Thora, mother of warriors; of that race were born the noble champions, Fradmar, Gyrd, and the Frekis both, Am, Jösur, Mar, Alf the Old. Carest thou this to know? Wishest thou a longer narrative? 20. Ketil their friend was named, heir of Klyp; he was maternal grandsire of thy mother. Then was Frodi yet before Kari, but the eldest born was Alf. 21. Nanna was next, Nökkvi“s daughter; her son was thy father's kinsman, ancient is that kinship. I knew both Brodd and Hörfi. All that race is thine, Ottar Heimski! 22. Isolf, Asolf, Ölmod“s sons and Skurhild“s Skekkil“s daugher; thou shalt yet count chieftains many. All that race is thine, Ottar Heimski! 23. Gunnar, Balk, Grim, Ardskafi, Jarnskiöld, Thorir, Ulf, Ginandi, Bui and Brami, Barri and Reifnir, Tind and Tyrfing, the two Haddingis. All that race is thine, Ottar Heimski! 24. To toil and tumult were the sons of Arngrim born, and of Eyfura: ferocious berserkir, calamity of every kind, by land and sea, like fire they carried. All that race is thine, Ottar Heimski! << Previous Page Next Page >>
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