Þar sák hann
at hǫfuðkirkju
siklings vin
sandi ausinn.
Nú þrumir grund
grýtt of hônum
sólu birt
á suðrvegum.
Þar sák hann, vin siklings, ausinn sandi at hǫfuðkirkju. Nú þrumir grýtt grund, birt sólu, of hônum á suðrvegum.
There I saw him, friend of the prince, sprinkled with sand at the chief church. Now stony ground, brightened by the sun, lies still over him in southern parts.