The Aesir's Lord Wise Allfather Rushing forth He Whose arms reach down, To bestow awareness God of Runes When on the great gallows A boon to the offspring A bane to the brood The fastener and freer Singer and sender Breath of life God of the hunt He masks Himself But kindles Heroes The granter of wishes The waker of wisdom, Who hides, then shows, Lord of Crawas Of weal and woe The Waywont One That the lore of all roads Thence told to those Offerer and offering,

and Asgard's king, whose almighty speech rumbles through worlds-- like evergreen boughs, and answer the asker; Who raised them screaming, He gave self to Self: always true to the Aesir, of bale-working Thurses. of fettering bonds, of songs the eldest; and beginning of souls, after Whom hasten ghosts; to mislead the unready, to the hunt everlasting; and goal of the striving, wiliest trickster, the highest of secrets; that croak to the mind and worlds beyond them; Who wanders widest be reckoned by Him, who are thankful of wisdom: Óðinn the awesome.

 
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