Poetic Edda/Grógaldr

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1. SON:
«Wake up, Groa!
Wake up, good woman!
At the gates of death I wake thee!
if thou rememberest,
that thou thy son badest
to thy grave-mound to come.»

«What is now seen
with my own eyes,
with what affliction art thou burdened,
that thou thy mother calls,
who to dust is come,
and from human homes departed?»

3. SON:
«A strange vision
came before me,
that crafty woman,
that my father embraced;
she badest me go
no one knows whither,
Menglad to meet.»

«Long is the journey,
long are the ways,
long are men's desires.
If it so fall out,
that thou thy will obtainest,
the event must then be as it may.»

5. SON:
«Songs you more sing,
which are good.
Protect you, mother! thy son.
Dead on my way
I fear to be.
I seem too young in years.»

«I sing to thee the first,
that song is useful,
which Rind sang to Rani,
that from thy shoulders cast
what to thee seems irksome:
let thyself thyself direct.

7. I sing to thee the second,
as thou hast to wander
joyless on thy ways.
May Urd's words
hold thee protected,
where thou seest turpitude.

8. I sing to thee the third.
If the mighty rivers
to thy life's peril fall,
Horn and Rud
flow down to Hel,
crossings you see there.

9. I sing to thee the fourth.
If foes assail thee ready
on the dangerous road,
their hearts shall fail them,
and to thee be power,
and their minds to peace be turned.

10. I sing to thee the fifth.
If bonds be cast on thy limbs,
friendly spells I will let
on thy joints be sung,
and the lock
from thy arms shall start,
and from thy feet the fetter.

11. I sing to thee the sixth.
If on the sea thou comest,
more stormy than men have known it,
air and water shall
in a bag attend thee,
and a tranquil course afford thee.

12. I sing to thee the seventh.
If on a mountain high
frost should assail thee,
deadly cold shall not
thy carcase injure,
nor draw thy body to thy limbs.

13. I sing to thee the eighth.
If night overtake thee,
when out on Niflroad:
no power you may have,
meet you also
Christian woman dead.

14. I sing to thee the ninth.
If with a far-famed spear-armed Jotun
thou words exchangest,
of words and wit
to thy mindful heart
abundance shall be given.

15. Go now ever where calamity may be,
and no harm shall
obstruct thy wishes.
On a stone fast in the earth
I have stood within the door,
while songs I sang to thee.

16. My son! Bear hence
thy mother's words,
and in thy breast let them dwell;
for happiness abundant
shalt thou have in life,
while of my words thou art mindful.»