Hear Busla´s pleading,
soon it will be sung,
all shall hear it,
evil to all who listen,
worst for him to whom
it is addressed.
Away you wights,
Exceptional events shall happen,
rocks shall shudder shake,
worlds shall tremble,
weather shall rage,
mighty things come ...
Evil I wish
into your breast
that poisonous vipers
gnaw on your heart
that your ears
grow deaf forever
and thy eyes
shall burst out of your head ...
Sailing, your
rigging shall
burst and the oars
pivots shall break,
be torn to shreds the sails,
sending it flying
the braces
shall break all ...
When you are riding,
the bridle shall break,
your horse shall go lame!
All your paths
shall be in
the trolls hands ...
Your bed shall be like
burning straw
On the raised hide
It shall be like the high sea
But much worse be happen
to you then:
When you want to enjoy
your virility with a girl
you shall never reach
the final satisfaction!
Shall I tell you more?
Dwarfes, Thurses
and witches
Mountain Trolls, elves and red norns
shall set your halls aflame!
Giants shall hate you,
Stallions kick you,
Straw stab you,
Storm numb you,
Pain shall be yours,
unless you obey my will!
Six shall come:
guess their names,
they are unbound and
I will reveal them:
Unless you guess them aright,
dogs shall devour you,
but your soul
shall go to hell! |
Heyr þú bæn Buslu, brátt mun hún sungin, svá at heyrast skal um heim allan, ok óþörf öllum, þeim sem á heyra, en þeim þó fjándligust, sem ek vil fortala.
Villist vættir, verði ódæmi, hristist hamrar, heimur sturlist, versni veðrátta, verði ódæmi...
Svá skal ek þjarma, þér at brjósti, at hjarta þitt höggormur gnagi, en eyru þin aldregi heyri ok augu þín úthverf snúist...
Ef þú siglir, slitni reiði, en af stýri stökkvi krókar, rifni reflar, reki segl ofan, en aktaumar allir slitni...
Ef þú ríðr, raskist taumar, heltist hestar, en hrumist klárar, en götur allar ok gagnstígar, troðist allar í tröllahendr fyrir þér...
Sé þér í hvílu sem í hálmeldi, en í hásæti sem á hafbáru; þó skal þér seinna sýnu verra,
en ef þú vilt við meyjar manns gaman hafa, villist þú þá vegarins; eða viltu þulu lengri?
Tröll ok álfar ok töfrnornir búar, bergrisar brenni þínar hallir, hati þik hrímþursar, hestar streði þik, stráin stangi þik en stormar æri þik, ok vei verði þér, nema þú vilja minn gerir.
Komi hér seggir sex, seg þú mér nöfn þeira öll óbundin, ek mun þér sýna: getr þú eigi ráðit, svá at mér rétt þykki, þá skulu þik hundar í hel gnaga...
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