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Hljóðs bið ek allar helgar kindir,
meiri ok minni mögu Heimdallar;
viltu, at ek, Valföðr! vel framtelja
forn spjöll fíra, þau er fremst um man.
Hearing I ask from the holy races,
From Heimdall's sons, both high and low;
Thou wilt, Valfather, that well I relate
Old tales I remember of men long ago.
Þá gengu regin öll á rökstóla,
ginnheilug goð, ok um þat gættusk;
(á gengust eiðar, orð ok sœri,
mál öll meginlig er á meðal fóru.)
Then sought the gods their assembly-seats,
The holy ones, and council held;
(And the oaths were broken, the words and bonds,
The mighty pledges between them made.)
Sól tér sortna, sígr fold í mar,
hverfa af himni heiðar stjörnur;
geisar eimi ok aldrnari,
leikr hár hiti við himin sjalfan.
The sun turns black, earth sinks in the sea,
The hot stars down from heaven are whirled;
Fierce grows the steam and the life-feeding flame,
Till fire leaps high about heaven itself.
Þá gengu regin öll á rökstóla,
ginnheilug goð, ok um þat gættusk;
(Skelfr Yggdrasils askr standandi,
ymr it aldna tré, en jötunn losnar.)
Then sought the gods their assembly-seats,
The holy ones, and council held;
(Yggdrasil shakes, and shiver on high
The ancient limbs, and the giant is loose.)
Geyr nú Garmr mjök fyr Gnipahelli,
festr mun slitna en freki renna;
fjölð veit ek fræða, fram sé ek lengra
um ragna rök römm sigtíva.
Now Garm howls loud before Gnipahellir,
The fetters will burst, and the wolf run free
Much do I know, and more can see
Of the fate of the gods, the mighty in fight.
Bræðr munu berjask ok at bönum verðask,
munu systrungar sifjum spilla;
Skelfr Yggdrasils askr standandi,
ymr it aldna tré, en jötunn losnar.
Brothers shall fight and fell each other,
And sisters' sons shall kinship stain;
Yggdrasil shakes, and shiver on high
The ancient limbs, and the giant is loose.
Sér hon upp koma öðru sinni
jörð ór ægi iðjagræna;
falla forsar, flýgr örn yfir,
sá er á fjalli fiska veiðir.
Now do I see the earth anew
Rise all green from the waves again;
The cataracts fall, and the eagle flies,
And fish he catches beneath the cliffs.
Sal sér hon standa sólu fegra,
gulli þakðan á Gimléi;
þar skulu dyggvar dróttir byggja
ok um aldrdaga ynðis njóta.
More fair than the sun, a hall I see,
Roofed with gold, on Gimle it stands;
There shall the righteous rulers dwell,
And happiness ever there shall they have.

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