Sár hefk sextán, slitna brynju,
svart er mér fyr sjónum, sékat ganga.
Hneit mér við hjarta hjörr Angantý*s,
hvass blóðrefill, herðr í eitri.
Hefk sextán sár, slitna brynju, er mér svart fyr sjónum, sékat ganga. Hjörr Angantý*s hneit mér við hjarta, hvass blóðrefill, herðr í eitri.
I have sixteen wounds, a broken mail-coat, it is dark before my eyes, I cannot see to walk. Angantýr’s sword has pierced my heart, the sharp sword tip, hardened in poison.
[1] sextán sár ‘sixteen wounds’: This detail of the number of Hjálmarr’s wounds is given in the prose of the 2845 ms. of Heiðr, but not in R715ˣ or the Ǫrv mss.