Snake Pit Poetry - Einar Selvik Übersetzung ins Englische

Snake Pit Poetry

...nú munk nár af bragði
Ok nær dýrum deyja.
Gnyðja mundu grísir,
Ef galtar hag vissi,
Mér er gnótt at grandi,
Grafa inn rönum sínum
Ok harðliga hváta,
Hafa mik sogit, ormar;
Nú munk nár af bragði
Ok nær dýrum deyja.
Gnyðja mundu grísir,
Ef galtar hag vissi,
Mér er gnótt at grandi,
Grafa inn rönum sínum
Ok harðliga hváta,
Hafa mik sogit, ormar;
Nú munk nár af bragði
Ok nær dýrum deyja.
Gnyðja mundu grísir,
Ef galtar hag vissi,
Mér er gnótt at grandi,
Grafa inn rönum sínum
Ok harðliga hváta,
Hafa mik sogit, ormar;
Nú munk nár af bragði
Ok nær dýrum deyja.
Eigi hugðak orma
At aldrlagi mínu;
Verðr mjök mörgu sinni,
Þats minnst varir sjálfan.
Eigi hugðak orma
At aldrlagi mínu;
Verðr mjök mörgu sinni,
Þats minnst varir sjálfan.
(Nú munk nár af bragði
Ok nær dýrum deyja)

Snake Pit Poetry

...now I'm drawing near to death
And close to dying beasts.
The pigs would grunt
If the boars knew how
I've had enough of harm
Etching into my ribs
And howling hard
Worms have sucked me
...now I'm drawing near to death
And close to dying beasts.
The pigs would grunt
If the boars knew how
I've had enough of harm
Etching into my ribs
And howling hard
Worms have sucked me
...now I'm drawing near to death
And close to dying beasts.
The pigs would grunt
If the boars knew how
I've had enough of harm
Etching into my ribs
And howling hard
Worms have sucked me
...now I'm drawing near to death
And close to dying beasts.
I didn't expect serpent
In my old age
It happens far too often
That you least expect yourself.
I didn't expect serpent
In my old age
It happens far too often
That you least expect yourself.
(...now I'm drawing near to death
And close to dying beasts)