Nú fara daprar skeiðr heim í húmi sunnan fyr herkunn lǫg með þenna dauðan, dýrnenninn gram. Ǫld hefr haldit illa; esa stríðvana síðan; hirðmenn skylja, þess’s vas fremstr jǫfra, hafa hulit hǫfuð.

Now the gloomy warships sail home in the dusk from the south past well-known law-districts with this dead, most enterprising ruler. People have been sorely grieved; there will be no lack of sorrow later; the retainers of that lord, who was the foremost of princes, have covered their heads.