Hreina vildu huggan
henni veita staðarmenn;
eingi mátti auðspaung
eina finna feginsgrein.
Sat hun upp og sárt griet
sonar — þess er mikil vón —
dauða, unz dagr leið
dróttum, en kom nótt.
Staðarmenn vildu veita henni hreina huggan; eingi mátti finna auðspaung eina feginsgrein. Hun sat upp og griet dauða sonar sárt — er mikil vón þess —, unz dagr leið dróttum, en nótt kom.
The townspeople wanted to offer her pure consolation; nobody could find one reason for joy for the wealth-clasp [WOMAN]. She sat upright and wept for the death of her son bitterly — which is certainly to be expected — until the day wore on for people, and night came.