Veit ek at ek hêkk
Vindga meieþâ
Nætr allar nîu
Geiri uneþaeþr
Ok geeþinn Ôeþni
Sialfr sialfun mer
A þeim meieþi
Er mangi veit
Hvers hann af rôtum, renn.
Vieþ hleifi mik seldu
Nê vieþ hornigi
Nÿsta ek nieþr
Nam ek upp rûnar
OEpandi nam
Fêll ek aptr þaeþan.
(...)
Þa nam ek frævask
Ok vaxa ok vel hafask
Ok frôeþr vera
Oreþ mer af ôreþi
Ôreþs leitaeþi
Verk mer af verki
Verks leitaeþi
Rûnar munt þu finna
Ok raeþinx stafi
Miök stôra stafi
Miök stinna stafi
Er fâeþi fimbulþulr
Ok göreþu ginnregin
Ok reist hroptr rögna.
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Wounded I hung
on a wind-swept gallows
For nine long nights,
Pierced by a spear
pledged to Oðinn
Offered, myself to myself
The wisest know not
from whence spring
The roots of that ancient rood
They gave me no bread
They gave me no mead
I looked down,
with a loud cry
I took up runes
from that tree I fell.
(...)
Waxed and throve well
Word from word
gave words to me
Deed from deed
gave deeds to me.
Runes you will find
and readable staves
Very strong staves
Very stout staves
Staves that Fimbulþulr stained
Made by mighty powers
Graven by the prophetic god.
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