A river sat on a mound
and played a harp
Crying ears,
Glitter Eggs;
Gól too him
In galvviði
a beautiful red rooster,
Fjalarr's name is.
Gól too aşum
Gullinkambi,
so vekr höl a
at Herjaförs;
but another gelr
for the ground below
a sweet cock
at the suns of Heljar.< br/>Gyr now Garmr mjók
for Gnipahelli,
faster will wear out,
but more will slide;
now I know how,
forward I see further
rainy smoke
room of sieves.
Brothers will beat
and prayers will be answered,< br/>sisters will
spoil us;
the world is hard,
much uproar,
beards, bald heads,
parties are divided,
Wind age, war age,
Another world is steep;
no one will
others.
Leika MÃms sons,
but a narrow sex disk
at inu galla
Gjallarhorni;
hot blow of Heimdallr,
a horn is in the air,
mærils the song
with MÃms höfuð.
Skelfr Yggdrasil
screams standing,
amr the old tree,
but the jótunn is released;
everyone is afraid
to hell
The river is sour
sooth is too absorbing.
What's wrong with it ¡some?
What's wrong with the elves?
All of Jótunheimr is roaring,
It's quiet,
dwarves are moaning
for stones,
veggberg vásir.
Do you still know - or what?
Garmr is now making a little
for Gnipahelli,
faster will wear out
but freki renna;
past I know the snow,
further I see
through rain and smoke
the space of sieves.

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