Apr 22, 2017
Rúnatal
Veit ek at ek hekk vindga meiði á nætr allar níu geiri undaðr ok gefinn Óðni sjálfr sjálfum mér á þeim meiði er manngi veit hvers hann af rótum renn
I know that I hung upon a windy tree for nine whole nights, wounded with a spear and given to Othinn, myself to myself for me; on that tree I knew nothing of what kind of roots it came from.
Við hleifi mik sældu né við hornigi nýsta ek niðr nam ek upp rúnar œpandi nam fell ek aptr þaðan
They cheered me with a loaf and not with any horn, I investigated down below, I took up the runes, screaming I took them, and I fell back from there.
Nine grand poems I learnt from the famous son of Bölþórr - Bestla's father; and I, sprinkled with Óðrerir, got a drink of the precious mead.