Ef þú ríðr, raskiz taumar, hestar heltiz, en hrumiz klárar, en allar götur ok allar gagnstígar troðiz fyrir þér í tröllhendr, nema þú veitir Bósa bjargir ok gefir Herrauð upp heipt.

If you ride, may the reins become tangled, the horses limp, the nags become decrepit, and on all roads and through-routes may you be driven into the hands of trolls, unless you grant Bósi freedom and forego your hatred against Herrauðr.