Spár eða spakmál

[Chorus] [Old Norse: Hilmarsson] Bekkjarsett Að Bölverks ráði Sjöt Sæhrímni Saddist rakna Skögul að skutlum Skaptker Hnikars Mat af miði Mímis hornum [Vonlenska: Jónsi] [Old Norse: Hilmarsson] Margs of frágu Máltíð yfir Heimdall há goð Hörgar Loka Spár eða spakmál Sprund ef kenndi Undorn of fram Unz nam húma [Vonlenska: Jónsi] [Old Norse: Hilmarsson] Illa létu Orðið hafa Erindisleysu Oflítilfræga Vant að væla Verða myndi Svo af svanna Svars of gæti [Vonlenska: Jónsi] [Old Norse: Hilmarsson] and [Vonlenska: Jónsi] Ansar Ómi Allir hlýddu "Nótt skal nema Nýræða til Hugsi til myrgins Hver sem orkar Ráð til leggja Rausnar ásum!" Rann með röstum Rindar móður Fóðurlarður Fenris valla Gengu frá gildi Goðin, kvöddu Hropt og Frigg Sem Hrímfaxa fór [Chorus] [English Translation] Seated on benches At Bölverk's bidding The tribe of gods Were with Sæhrímnir sated Skögul, at the tables With horns meted out Mímir's mead From Hnikar's vat Much was asked During the banquet Of Heimdallur by the gods Of Loki by the goddesses Whethеr the woman had spoken Propheciеs or wisdom All day they asked Until twilight approached Badly, they deemed Had gone amiss Their futile errand Of little glory It would prove hard To find the ploy needed To get an answer From the woman Ómi answers All listened "Night is the time For new advice Think until morning Each that is able To provide counsel For the Æsir's benefit!" Ran along the eddies Of Rindur's plains The wolf's tired Food supply The gods left The feast and saluted Hroptur and Frigg As Hrímfaxi ascended