Wardruna – Runaljod

Runaljod

Fé vældr fræ'nda rógi;
fóðesk ulfr í skógi;

"Rúnar munt þú finna ok ráðna stafi,
mjök stóra stafi, mjök stinna stafi,
er fáði fimbulþulr ok
gerðu ginnregin
ok reist hroftr rögna."(Hávamál 142)

Úr er af illu jarni;
oft leypr ræinn á hjarni;
Þurs vældr kvenna kvillu;
kátr værðr fár af illu;
Óss er flestra færða;
för, en skalpr er sværða;

"...nam ek upp rúnar
æpandi nam..."(Hávamál 139)

Ræið kvæða rossom væsta;
Reginn sló sværðet bæzta;
Kaun er barna bolvan;
bol gorver mann folvan;
Hagl er kaldastr korna;
Herjan skóp hæimin forna;
Nauð gerer nappa kosti;
naktan kælr í frosti;
Is köllum brú bræiða;
blindan þarf at læiða;
Ár er gumna góði;
get ek at örr var Fróði;
Sól er landa ljómi;
lúti ek að helgum dómi;
Týr er einhendr ása;
oft værðr smiðr at blása;
Bjarkan er laufgrænstr líma;
Loki bar flæ’rðar tima;
Maðr er moldur auki;
mikill er græip á hauki;

"...nam ek upp rúnar
æpandi nam..."(Hávamál 139)

Laukr er, er fællr ór fjalle;
foss en gull ero nosser;
Ýr er vetrgrænstr víða;
vant er, er brennr, at svíða.
Runic Poem

Wealth causes dispute among friends;
The wolf lives in the forest.

"Runes you will find, and readable staves,
Very strong staves, very stout staves,
Staves that Bolthor stained,
Made by mighty powers,
Graven by the prophetic god."

Slag comes from bad iron;
Often runs the reindeer on frozen snow.
Giant causes woman's sorrow;
Few are cheerful from misfortune.
River mouth is way of most journeys;
But the sheath is the one of swords.

"...I took up runes
with a loud cry..."

Riding, one says, is for horses the worst;
Regin forged the best sword.
Ulcer is fatal for children;
Death makes man pale.
Hail is the coldest of grain;
Herjan shaped the world in olden times.
Need leaves you little choice;
The naked freeze in the frost.
Ice we call the broad bridge;
The blind man must be led.
Good year is a blessing for men;
I say that Frodi was generous.
Sun is light of the land;
I bow before the holy.
Tyr is one-handed among the Æsir;
Often the smith must blow.
Birch is the limb greenest with leaves;
Loki brought success of deceit.
Man is the increase of soil;
Mighty is the hawk's claw.

"...I took up runes
with a loud cry..."

Water is what falls from the mountain;
But of gold are the jewels.
Yew is the greenest tree in winter;
It often singes when it burns.


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