Valði henni Herföðr Hringa ok men Fekk spjöll spaklig Ok spá ganda Sá hon vítt ok of vítt Of veröldhverja
Sáhon valkyrjur Vítt ofkomnar Görvar at ríða Til Goðþjóðar; Skuld helt skildi EnSkögul önnur Gunnr, Hildr, Göndul Ok Geirskögul
Nú eru talðar Nönnur Herjans Görvar at ríða Grund valkyrjur
Ek sá Baldri Blóðgum tívur Óðins barni Örlög folgin; Stóð of vaxinn Völlum hæri Mjór ok mjök fagr Mistilteinn
Varð af þeim meiði Er mær sýndisk Harmflaug hættlig Höðr nam skjóta; Baldrs bróðir var Of borinn snemma Sá nam Óðins sonr Einnættr vega
Þó hann æva hendr Né höfuð kembði Áðr á bál of bar Baldrs andskota; En Frigg of grét Í Fensölum Vá Valhallar Vituð ér enn - eða hvat?
[English:]
Óthinn opened my eyes To rings and necklaces To the things men own, things the wise know To prophecy I saw more and more Looking out over all the worlds
I saw Valkyrjur Saddled all around Ready to ride To the homes of the gods Skuld held a shield And Skëgul another Gunnr, Hildr, Gëndul And Geirskëgul
Now are counted The Valkyrjur Ready to ride To the earth, the Valkyrjur
I saw Baldr The bloodied victim Óthinns son Resigned to his fate There stood The mistletoe Grown slender and fair High above the plain
That tree Which seemed harmless Caused a terrible sorrow When Hëthr took a shot Baldrs brother Was born soon thereafer Óthinns son; he took vengeance When one night old
He had never washed his hands Nor combed his hair When he put Baldrs slayer On the funeral pyre Frigg wept In Fensalir For the woe of Valhëll Have you learned enough yet, Allfather?