Völuspá

The Song of the Sybil (Voluspa) 

Heidi men call me when their homes I visit, 

A far seeing Volva, wise in talismans. 

Caster of spells, cunning in magic. 

To wicked women welcome always.

Arm rings and necklaces, Odhinn you gave me 

To learn my lore, to learn my magic: 

Wider and wider through all worlds I see.

Outside I sat by myself when you came, 

Terror of the gods, and gazed in my eyes. 

What do you ask of me? Why tempt me? 

Odhinn, I know where your eye is concealed, 

Hidden away in the well of Mimir: 

Mimir each morning his mead drinks 

From Valfather's pledge. Well would you know more?

Of Heimdal too and his horn I know. 

Hidden under the holy tree 

Down on it pours a precious stream from Valfather's pledge 

Well would you know more?

Silence I ask of the sacred folk, 

Silence of the kith and kin of Heimdal: 

At your will Valfather, I shall well relate 

The old songs of men I remember best.

I tell of giants from times forgotten. 

Those who fed me in former days: 

Nine worlds I can reckon, nine roots of the tree. 

The wonderful ash, way under the ground

When Ymir lived long ago 

Was no sand or sea, no surging waves. 

Nowhere was there earth nor heaven above. 

Bur a grinning gap and grass nowhere.

The sons of Bur then built up the lands. 

Moulded in magnificence middle-Earth: 

Sun stared from the south on the stones of their hall, 

From the ground there sprouted green leeks.

Sun turned from the south, sister of Moon, 

Her right arm rested on the rim of Heaven; 

She had no inkling where her hall was, 

Nor Moon a notion of what might he had, 

The planets knew not where their places were.

The high gods gathered in council 

In their hall of judgement. all the rulers: 

To Night and to Nightfall their names gave, 

The Morning they named and the Mid-Day, 

Mid-Winter, Mid-Summer, for the assigning of years.

At Ida's Field the Aesir met: 

Temple and altar they timbered and raised, 

Set up a forge to smithy treasures, 

Tongs they fashioned and tools wrought;

Played chess in the court and cheerful were; 

Gold they lacked not, the gleaming metal 

Then came three, the Thurs maidens, 

Rejoicing in their strength, from Giant-home.

The high Gods gathered in council. 

In their hall of judgement: Who of the dwarves 

Should mould man by master craft 

From Brimir's blood and Blain' s limbs?

Motsognir was their mighty ruler, 

Greatest of dwarves, and Durin after him : 

The dwarves did as Durin directed, 

Many man forms made from the earth.

Nyi and Nidi, Nordri, Sudri, Austri and Vestri, Althjof, Dvalin, 

Bivor, Bavor Bombur, Nori, An and Anar, Ai, Mjodvitnir, Veignr and 

Gandalf, Vindalf, Thorin, Thror and Thrain, Thekkur, Litur, Vitur, Nar 

and Nyradur, Fili, Kili, Fundin, Nali Hefti, Vili, Hanar, Sviur, 

Billing, Bruni, Bildur, and Buri, Frar, Hornbori Fraegur, Loni, 

Aurvangur, Jari, Eikinskjaldi: 

(All Durin's folk I have duly named,)

I must tell of the dwarves in Dvalin' s host; 

Like lions they were in Lofar's time: 

In Juravale's marsh they made their dwelling, 

From their Stone hall set out on journeys,

There was Draupnir and Dolgthrasir, Har, Haugspori, Hlevangur, Gloi, 

Dori, Ori, Dufur, Andvari, Skirvir, Virvir Skafidur, Ai, Alf and 

Yngvi, Eikinskjaldi, Fjalar and Frosti, Finn and Ginnar: Men will 

remember while men live 

The long line of Lofar's forbears.

Then from the host three came, 

Great, merciful, from the God's home: 

Ash and Elm on earth they found, 

Faint, feeble, with no fate assigned them

Breath they had not, nor blood nor senses, 

Nor language possessed, nor life-hue: 

Odhinn gave them breath, Haenir senses, 

Blood and life hue Lothur gave.

I know an ash tree, named Yggdrasil: 

Sparkling showers are shed on its leaves 

That drip dew, into the dales below, 

By Urd's well it waves evergreen, 

Stands over that still pool, 

Near it a bower whence now there come 

The Fate Maidens, first Urd, 

Skuld second, scorer of runes, 

Then Verdandi, third of the Norns: 

The laws that determine the lives of men 

They fixed forever and their fate sealed.

The first war in the world I well remember, 

When Gullveig was spitted on spear-points 

And burned in the hall of. the high god: 

Thrice burned, thrice reborn, 

Often laid low, she lives yet,

The gods hastened to their hall of judgement, 

Sat in council to discover who 

Had tainted all the air with corruption 

And Odhinn's maid offered to the giants,

At the host Odhinn hurled his spear 

In the first world-battle; broken was the plankwall 

Of the gods fortress: the fierce Vanes 

Caused war to occur in the fields.

The gods hastened to their hall of judgement, 

Sat in council to discover who 

Had tainted all the air with corruption 

And Odhinn's maid offered to the giants.

One Thorr felled in his fierce rage; 

Seldom he sits when of such he hears: 

Oaths were broken, binding vows, 

Solemn agreements sworn between them.

Valkyries I saw, coming from afar, 

Eagerly riding to aid the Goths; 

Skuld bore one shield, Skogul another 

Gunn, Hild, Gondul and Spearskogul: 

Duly have I named the daughters of Odhinn, 

The valiant riders the Valkyries.

Baldur I saw the bleeding God, 

His fate still hidden, Odhinn's Son: 

Tall on the plain a plant grew, 

A slender marvel, the mistletoe.

From that fair shrub, shot by Hodur, 

Flew the fatal dart that felled the god, 

But Baldur' s brother was born soon after: 

Though one night old, Odhinn's Son 

Took a vow to avenge that death.

His hands he washed not nor his hair combed. 

Till Baldur's bane was borne to the pyre: 

Deadly the bow drawn by Vali, 

The strong string of stretched gut, 

But Frigga wept in Fensalir 

For the woe of Valhalla. Well, would you know more?

I see one in bonds by the boiling springs; 

Like Loki he looks, loathsome to view: 

There Sigyn sits, sad by her husband, 

In woe by her man. Well would you know more?

From the east through Venom Valley runs 

Over jagged rocks the River Gruesome.

North, in Darkdale, stands the dwelling place 

Of Sindri's kin, covered with gold; 

A hall also in Everfrost, 

The banquet hall of Brimir the giant.

A third I see, that no sunlight reaches, 

On Dead Man's Shore: the doors face northward, 

Through its smoke vent venom drips, 

Serpent skins enskein that hall.

Men wade there tormented by the stream, 

Vile murderers, men forsworn 

And artful seducers of other mens wives: 

Nidhogg sucks blood from the bodies of the dead 

The wolf rends them. Well, would you know more?

In the east dwells a crone, in Ironwood: 

The brood of Fenris are bred there 

Wolf-monsters, one of whom 

Eventually shall devour the sun.

The giants watchman, joyful Eggthur 

Sits on his howe and harps well: 

The red cock, called All-Knower 

Boldly crows from Birdwood.

Goldencomb to the gods crows 

Who wakes the warriors in Valhalla: 

A soot red hen also calls 

From Hel's hall, deep under the ground.

Loud howls Garm before Gnipahellir, 

Bursting his fetters, Fenris runs: 

Further in the future afar I behold 

The twilight of the gods who gave victory.

Brother shall strike brother and both fall, 

Sisters' sons defiled with incest; 

Evil be on earth, an age of. whoredom, 

Of sharp sword-play and shields clashing, 

A wind-age, a wolf-age till the world ruins: 

No man to another shall mercy show.

The waters are troubled, the waves surge up: 

Announcing now the knell of Fate, 

Heimdal winds his horn aloft, 

On Hel's road all men tremble

Yggdrasil trembles, the towering ash 

Groans in woe; the wolf is loose: 

Odhinn speaks with the head of Mimir 

Before he is swallowed by Surt's kin.

From the east drives Hrym, lifts up his shield 

The squamous serpent squirms with rage 

The great worm with the waves contending 

The pale-beaked eagle pecks at the dead, 

Shouting for joy: the ship Naglfar

Sails out from the east, at its helm Loki 

With the children of darkness, the doom-bringers 

Offspring of monsters, allies of the wolf, 

All who Byleists's brother follow.

What of the gods? What of the elves? 

Gianthome groans the gods are in council 

The dwarves grieve before their door of stone, 

Masters of walls. Well, would you know more?

Surt with the bane of branches comes 

From the south, on his sword the sun of the Valgods, 

Crags topple, the crone falls headlong, 

Men tread Hel's road, the Heavens split open.

A further woe falls upon Hlin 

As Odhinn comes forth to fight the wolf; 

The killer of Beli battles with Surt: 

Now shall fall Frigga's beloved.

Now valiant comes Valfather's son, 

Vidar, to vie with Valdyr in battle, 

Plunges his sword into he son of Hvedrung, 

Avenging his father with a fell thrust.

Now the son of Hlodyn and Odhinn comes 

To fight with Fenris; fiercest of warriors 

He mauls in his rage all Middle-Earth; 

Men in fear all flee their homesteads; 

Nine paces back steps Bur's son 

Retreats from the worm of taunts unafraid.

Now death is the portion of doomed men, 

Red with blood the buildings of gods, 

The sun turns black in the summer after, 

Winds whine. Well, would know more?

Earth sinks in the sea, the sun turns black, 

Cast down from Heaven are the hot stars, 

Fumes reek, into flames burst, 

The sky itself is scorched with fire.

I see Earth rising a second time 

Out of the foam, fair and green; 

Down from the fells fish to capture, 

Wings the eagle; waters flow.

At lda's Field the Aesir meet: 

They remember the worm of Middle-Earth, 

Ponder again the great twilight 

And the ancient runes of the high god

Boards shall be found of a beauty to wonder at, 

Boards of gold in the grass long after, 

The chess boards they owned in the olden days,

Unsown acres shall harvests bear, 

Evil be abolished, Baldur return 

And Hropt's hall with Hod rebuild, 

Wise gods. Well, would you know more?

Haenir shall wield the wand of prophecy, 

The sons two brothers set up their dwelling 

In wide Windhome. Well, would you know more?

Fairer than sunlight, I see a hall 

A hall thatched with gold in Gimle: 

Kind Lords shall live there in delight for ever.

Now rides the Strong One to Rainbow Door, 

Powerful from heaven, the All-Ruler: 

From the depths below a drake comes flying 

The dark dragon from Darkfell, 

Bears on his opinions the bodies of men, 

Soars overhead I sink now