Þaðan vappaðak viltar brautir,
Hörðum leiðr, með huga illan,
hringa vanr ok hróðrkvæða,
dróttinlauss, dapr alls hugar.
Þaðan vappaðak viltar brautir, leiðr Hörðum, með illan huga, vanr hringa ok hróðrkvæða, dróttinlauss, dapr alls hugar.
From there I wandered bewildering ways, hateful to the Hǫrðar, with a dark mind, lacking in rings and poems of praise, lordless, depressed in my whole mind.