Nú taka Norðmenn knýja
— nær gǫngum vér stǫngum —
(berkak) Magnúss merki
(minn skjǫld á hlið sjaldan).
Skýtra skeifum fœti
Skáney yfir sláni
— fár vegr es mér fegri
fundinn — suðr til Lundar.
Nú taka Norðmenn knýja merki Magnúss; vér gǫngum nær stǫngum; berkak sjaldan skjǫld minn á hlið. Sláni skýtra skeifum fœti yfir Skáney suðr til Lundar; fár vegr es fundinn fegri mér.
Now the Norwegians start to press forward Magnús’s banners; we march close to the standard-poles; it’s not seldom that I carry my shield [lit. I don’t carry seldom my shield] at my side. The lanky fellow [I, the skald] does not dash with foot aslant across Skåne south to Lund; few routes have seemed lovelier to me.