Víst emk fúss at freista
— fæk ljósum brag hrósat —
láðs fyr lyptimeiðum
linns orðspeki minnar.
Því hefr hreggþjalma hilmir
hreinlyndr gefit eina
oss, til óðar þessa
orðgnótt, at skalk njóta.
Víst emk fúss at freista orðspeki minnar fyr lyptimeiðum linns láðs; fæk hrósat ljósum brag. Því eina hefr hreinlyndr hilmir hreggþjalma gefit oss orðgnótt, at skalk njóta til óðar þessa.
Truly I am eager to try my word-wisdom before the lifting-poles of the serpent’s land [GOLD > MEN]; I can praise the bright poem. For that purpose only has the pure-minded prince of the storm-enclosure [SKY/HEAVEN > = God] given us [me] word-abundance, so that I can use [it] for this poem.