Malahattr (Havamal 81-111) 1. (81) Give praise to the day at evening, to a woman on her pyre, To a weapon which is tried, to a maid at wedlock, To ice when it is crossed, to ale that is drunk. 2. (82) When the gale blows hew wood, in fair winds seek the water; Sport with maidens at dusk, for the day’s eyes are many; From the ship seek swiftness, from the shield protection, Cuts from the sword, from the maiden kisses. 3. (83) By the fire drink ale, over ice go on skates; Buy a steed that is lean, and a sword when tarnished, The horse at home fatten, the hound in thy dwelling. Break 4. (84) A man shall trust not the oath of a maid, Nor the word a woman speaks; For their hearts on a whirling wheel were fashioned, And fickle their breasts were formed. Break 5. (85) In a breaking bow or a burning flame, A ravening wolf or a croaking raven, In a grunting boar, a tree with roots broken, In billowy seas, or a bubbling kettle, 6. (86) In a flying arrow or falling waters, In ice new formed or the serpent’s folds, In a bride’s bed-speech or a broken sword, In the sport of bears or in sons of kings, 7. (87) In a calf that is sick or a stubborn thrall, A flattering witch or a foe new slain. 8. (89) In a brother’s slayer, if thou meet him abroad, In a half-burned house, in a horse full swift- One leg is hurt and the horse is useless- None had ever such faith to trust in them all. Break 9. (88) Hope not too surely for early harvest, Nor trust too soon in thy son; The field needs good weather, the son needs wisdom, And oft is either denied. Break 10. (90) The love of women fickle of will Is like starting o’er ice with a steed unshod, A two-year-old restive and little tamed, Or steering a rudderless ship in a storm, Or, lame, hunting reindeer on slippery rocks. Break 11. (91) Clear now will I speak, for I know them both, Men false to women are found; When fairest we speak, then falsest we think, Against wisdeom we work with deceit. 12. (92) Soft words shall he speak and wealth shall he offer Who longs for a maiden’s love, And the beauty praise of the maiden bright; He wins whose wooing is best. 13. (93) Fault for loving let no man find Ever with any other; Oft the wise are fettered, where fools go free, By beauty that breeds desire. 14. (94) Fault with another let no man find for what touches many a man; Wise men oft into witless fools Are made by mighty love. 15. (95) The head alone knows what dwells near the heart, A man knows his mind alone; No sickness is worse to one who is wise Than to lack the longed-for joy. 16. (96) This found I myself, when I sat in the reeds, And long my love awaited; As my life the maiden wise I loved, Yet her I never had. 17. (97) Billing’s daughter I found on her bed, In slumber bright as the sun; Empty appeared an earl’s estate Without that form so fair. 18. (98) “Othin, again at evening come, If a woman thou wouldst win; Evil it were if others than we Should know of such a transgression.” 19. (99) Away I hastened, hoping for joy, And careless of counsel wise; Well I believed that soon I should win Measureless joy with the maid. 20. (100) So came I next when night it was, The warriors all were awake; With burning lights and waving brands I learned my luckless way. 21. (101) At morning then, when once more I came, And all were sleeping still, A dog I found in the fair one’s place, Bound there upon her bed. 22. (102) ed. emmendation (Few are so good that false they are never To cheat the mind of a man) Many fair maids, if a man but tries them, False to a lover are found; That did I learn when I longed to gain With wiles the maiden wise; Foul scorn was my meed from the crafty maid, And nought from the woman I won. Break 23. (103) Though glad at home, and merry with guests, A man shall be wary and wise; The sage and shrewd, wide-wisdom seeking, Must see that his speech be fair; 24. (104) A fool is he named who nought can say, For such is the way of the witless. 25. (105) I found the old giant, now back have I fared, Small gain from silence I got; Full many a word, my will to get, I spoke in Suttung’s hall. 26. (107) The mouth of Rati made room for my passage, And space in the stone he gnawed; Above and below the giants’ paths lay, So rashly I risked my head. 27. (106) Gunnloth gave on a golden stool A drink of the marvelous mead; A harsh reward did I let her have For her heroic heart, And her spirit troubled sore. 28. (108) The well-earned beauty well I enjoyed, Little the wise man lacks; So Othrörir now has up been brought To the midst of the men of earth. 29. (109) Hardly, methinks, would I home have come, And left the giants’ land, Had not Gunnloth helped me, the maiden good, Whose arms about me had been. 30. (110) The day that followed, the frost-giants came, Some word of Hor to win, (And inot the hall of Hor;) Of Bolverk they asked, were he back midst the gods, Or had Suttung slain him there? 31. (111) On his ring swore Othin the oath, methinks; Who now his troth shall trust? Suttung’s betrayal he sought with drink, And Gunnloth to grief he left. Break to begin Loddfafnismol <<_Previous_Page Next_Page_>>