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