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Völuspá The Song of the Sybil From Norse Poems Translated by W.H. Auden and P.B. Taylor Back to Source Texts Index |
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Heidi men call me when their homes I visit, A far seeing Volva, wise in talismans. Caster of spells, cunning in magic. To wicked women welcome always. To learn my lore, to learn my magic: Wider and wider through all worlds I see. Terror of the gods, and gazed in my eyes. What do you ask of me? Why tempt me? Odhinn, I know where your eye is concealed, Hidden away in the well of Mimir: Mimir each morning his mead drinks From Valfather's pledge. Well would you know more? Hidden under the holy tree Down on it pours a precious stream from Valfather's pledge Well would you know more? Silence of the kith and kin of Heimdal: At your will Valfather, I shall well relate The old songs of men I remember best. Those who fed me in former days: Nine worlds I can reckon, nine roots of the tree. The wonderful ash, way under the ground Was no sand or sea, no surging waves. Nowhere was there earth nor heaven above. Bur a grinning gap and grass nowhere. Moulded in magnificence middle-Earth: Sun stared from the south on the stones of their hall, From the ground there sprouted green leeks. Her right arm rested on the rim of Heaven; She had no inkling where her hall was, Nor Moon a notion of what might he had, The planets knew not where their places were. In their hall of judgement. all the rulers: To Night and to Nightfall their names gave, The Morning they named and the Mid-Day, Mid-Winter, Mid-Summer, for the assigning of years. Temple and altar they timbered and raised, Set up a forge to smithy treasures, Tongs they fashioned and tools wrought; Gold they lacked not, the gleaming metal Then came three, the Thurs maidens, Rejoicing in their strength, from Giant-home. In their hall of judgement: Who of the dwarves Should mould man by master craft From Brimir's blood and Blain' s limbs? Greatest of dwarves, and Durin after him : The dwarves did as Durin directed, Many man forms made from the earth. Nordri, Sudri, Austri and Vestri, Althjof, Dvalin, Bivor,Bavor Bombur, Nori, An and Anar, Ai, Mjodvitnir, Veignr and Gandalf, Vindalf, Thorin, Thror and Thrain, Thekkur, Litur, Vitur, Nar and Nyradur, Fili, Kili, Fundin, Nali Hefti, Vili, Hanar, Sviur, Billing, Bruni, Bildur,and Buri, Frar, Hornbori Fraegur, Loni, Aurvangur, Jari, Eikinskjaldi: (All Durin's folk I have duly named,) Like lions they were in Lofar's time: In Juravale's marsh they made their dwelling, From their Stone hall set out on journeys, Har, Haugspori, Hlevangur, Gloi, Dori, Ori, Dufur, Andvari, Skirvir, Virvir Skafidur, Ai, Alf and Yngvi, Eikinskjaldi, Fjalar and Frosti, Finn and Ginnar: Men will remember while men live The long line of Lofar's forbears. Great, merciful, from the God's home: Ash and Elm on earth they found, Faint, feeble, with no fate assigned them Nor language possessed, nor life-hue: Odhinn gave them breath, Haenir senses, Blood and life hue Lothur gave. Sparkling showers are shed on its leaves That drip dew, into the dales below, By Urd's well it waves evergreen, Stands over that still pool, Near it a bower whence now there come The Fate Maidens, first Urd, Skuld second, scorer of runes, Then Verdandi, third of the Norns: The laws that determine the lives of men They fixed forever and their fate sealed. When Gullveig was spitted on spear-points And burned in the hall of. the high god: Thrice burned, thrice reborn, Often laid low, she lives yet, Sat in council to discover who Had tainted all the air with corruption And Odhinn's maid offered to the giants, In the first world-battle; broken was the plankwall Of the gods fortress: the fierce Vanes Caused war to occur in the fields. Sat in council to discover who Had tainted all the air with corruption And Odhinn's maid offered to the giants. Seldom he sits when of such he hears: Oaths were broken, binding vows, Solemn agreements sworn between them. Eagerly riding to aid the Goths; Skuld bore one shield, Skogul another Gunn, Hild, Gondul and Spearskogul: Duly have I named the daughters of Odhinn, The valiant riders the Valkyries. His fate still hidden, Odhinn's Son: Tall on the plain a plant grew, A slender marvel, the mistletoe. Flew the fatal dart that felled the god, . But Baldur' s brother was born soon after: Though one night old, Odhinn's Son Took a vow to avenge that death. Till Baldur's bane was borne to the pyre:, Deadly the bow drawn by Vali, The strong string of stretched gut, But Frigga wept in Fensalir For the woe of Valhalla. Well, would you know more? Like Loki he looks, loathsome to view: There Sigyn sits, sad by her husband, In woe by her man. Well would you know more? Over jagged rocks the River Gruesome. Of Sindri's kin, covered with gold; A hall also in Everfrost, The banquet hall of Brimir the giant. On Dead Man's Shore: the doors face northward, Through its smoke vent venom drips, Serpent skins enskein that hall. Vile murderers, men forsworn And artful seducers of other mens wives: Nidhogg sucks blood from the bodies of the dead The wolf rends them. Well, would you know more? The brood of Fenris are bred there Wolf-monsters, one of whom Eventually shall devour the sun. Sits on his howe and harps well: The red cock, called All-Knower Boldly crows from Birdwood. Who wakes the warriors in Valhalla: A soot red hen also calls From Hel's hall, deep under the ground. Bursting his fetters, Fenris runs: Further in the future afar I behold The twilight of the gods who gave victory. Sisters' sons defiled with incest; Evil be on earth, an age of. whoredom, Of sharp sword-play and shields clashing, A wind-age, a wolf-age till the world ruins: No man to another shall mercy show. Announcing now the knell of Fate, Heimdal winds his horn aloft, On Hel's road all men tremble Groans in woe; the wolf is loose: Odhinn speaks with the head of Mimir Before he is swallowed by Surt's kin. The squamous serpent squirms with rage The great worm with the waves contending The pale-beaked eagle pecks at the dead, Shouting for joy: the ship Naglfar With the children of darkness, the doom-bringers Offspring of monsters, allies of the wolf, All who Byleists's brother follow. Gianthome groans the gods are in council The dwarves grieve before their door of stone, Masters of walls. Well, would you know more? From the south, on his sword the sun of the Valgods, Crags topple, the crone falls headlong, Men tread Hel's road, the Heavens split open. As Odhinn comes forth to fight the wolf; The killer of Beli battles with Surt: Now shall fall Frigga's beloved. Vidar, to vie with Valdyr in battle, Plunges his sword into he son of Hvedrung, Avenging his father with a fell thrust. To fight with Fenris; fiercest of warriors He mauls in his rage all Middle-Earth; Men in fear all flee their homesteads; Nine paces back steps Bur's son Retreats from the worm of taunts unafraid. Red with blood the buildings of gods, The sun turns black in the summer after, Winds whine. Well, would know more? Cast down from Heaven are the hot stars, Fumes reek, into flames burst, The sky itself is scorched with fire. Out of the foam, fair and green; Down from the fells fish to capture, Wings the eagle; waters flow. They remember the worm of Middle-Earth, Ponder again the great twilight And the ancient runes of the high god Boards of gold in the grass long after, The chess boards they owned in the olden days, Evil be abolished, Baldur return And Hropt's hall with Hod rebuild, Wise gods. Well, would you know more? The sons two brothers set up their dwelling In wide Windhome. Well, would you know more? A hall thatched with gold in Gimle: Kind Lords shall live there in delight for ever. Powerful from heaven, the All-Ruler: From the depths below a drake comes flying The dark dragon from Darkfell, Bears on his pinions the bodies of men, Soars overhead: I sink now. Back to Top ___________________________________________________________ From Norse Poems, Translated by W. H. Auden and P. B. Taylor Faber and Faber Ltd., ISBN 0-571-13028-3 ___________________________________________________________ Back to Top Back to Source Texts Index Woden's Harrow Home ![]() |