Nú hykk slíðrhugaðs segja
— síð léttir mér stríða —
(þýtr Alfǫður) ýtum
jarls kostu (brim hrosta).
Nú hykk segja ýtum kostu slíðrhugaðs jarls; síð léttir mér stríða; brim hrosta Alfǫður þýtr.
Now I mean to tell men of the excellence of the tough-minded jarl; not soon [lit. late] will my anguish lighten; the surf of malt [ALE] of Alfaðir <= Óðinn> [POETRY] roars.
[3, 4] brim hrosta Alfǫður ‘the surf of malt [ALE] of Alfaðir <= Óðinn> [POETRY]’: Hrosti ‘malt’ or strictly ‘mash’ is the malt and liquid used in brewing. The myth of the mead of poetry, and kennings alluding to it, are discussed in Frank 1981 and Davidson 1983, 418-47.