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Traust

Eiris sazun idisi
Sazun hera duoder
Suma hapt heptidun
Suma heri lezidun
Suma clubodun
Umbi cuoniouuidi
Insprinc haptbandun
Inuar uigandun
Þann gel ek þér fyrstan
Þann kveða fjölnýtan
Þann gól Rindi Rani
At þú of öxl skjótir
Því er þér atalt þykkir
Sjalfr leið þú sjalfan þik
Fjón þvæ ég af mér fjanda minna rán og reiði ríkra manna
Þann gel ek þér annan
Ef þú árna skalt
Viljalauss á vegum
Urðar lokur
Haldi þér öllum megum
Er þú á sinnum sér
Fjón þvæ ég af mér fjanda minna rán og reiði ríkra manna
Þann gel ek þér inn þriðja
Ef þér þjóðáar
Falla at fjörlotum
Horn ok Ruðr
Snúisk til heljar meðan
En þverri æ fyr þér
Fjón þvæ ég af mér fjanda minna rán og reiði ríkra manna
Þann gel ek þér inn fjórða
Ef þik fjándr standa
Görvir á galgvegi
Hugr þeim hverfi
Til handa þér
Ok snúisk þeim til sátta sefi
Fjón þvæ ég af mér fjanda minna rán og reiði ríkra manna
Þann gel ek þér inn fimmta
Ef þér fjöturr verðr
Borinn at boglimum
Leysigaldr læt ek
Þér fyr legg of kveðinn
Ok stökkr þá láss af limum
En af fótum fjöturr
Fjón þvæ ég af mér fjanda minna rán og reiði ríkra manna
Þann gel ek þér inn sétta
Ef þú á sjó kemr
Meira en menn viti
Logn ok lögr
Gangi þér í lúðr saman
Ok léi þér æ friðdrjúgrar farar
Fjón þvæ ég af mér fjanda minna rán og reiði ríkra manna
Þann gel ek þér inn sjaunda
Ef þik sækja kemr
Frost á fjalli háu
Hræva kulði
Megi-t þínu holdi fara
Ok haldisk æ lík at liðum
Fjón þvæ ég af mér fjanda minna rán og reiði ríkra manna
Þann gel ek þér inn átta
Ef þik úti nemr
Nótt á niflvegi
At því firr megi
Þér til meins gera
Kristin dauð kona
Fjón þvæ ég af mér fjanda minna rán og reiði ríkra manna
Þann gel ek þér inn níunda
Ef þú við inn naddgöfga
Orðum skiptir jötun
Máls ok mannvits
Sé þér á minni ok hjarta
Gnóga of gefit
Fjón þvæ ég af mér fjanda minna rán og reiði ríkra manna
Eiris sazun idisi
Sazun hera duoder
Suma hapt heptidun
Suma heri lezidun
Suma clubodun
Umbi cuoniouuidi
Insprinc haptbandun
Inuar uigandun

Traust

I arise and summon the goddesses
And summon forth the army host
Some fetters I unbind
And some I let loose
And some I bind
Around the woven withies
Untie the vow bond
Unravel the battle host
That I may teach thee the first
Which they call the widely-useful
Which Rindi sang of yore
To shoot from thy shoulder
When thou art thought to be feeble
Then guide thou thyself
I wash away from me the craft of my enemies, the plunder and wrath of the powerful
That I may teach thee the second
If thou art fated to strive
Defenseless on the way
The fates bind
Hold thee with all their might
Be thou on thy guard ever
I wash away from me the craft of my enemies, the plunder and wrath of the powerful
That I may teach thee the third
If a multitude of men
Seek thy life
Horn and mighty one
They turn to Hel while
And are thwarted before thee
I wash away from me the craft of my enemies, the plunder and wrath of the powerful
That I may teach thee the fourth
If an enemy confront thee
Created on the gallows road
May their heart turn
Towards thee
And may their minds be turned to conciliation
I wash away from me the craft of my enemies, the plunder and wrath of the powerful
That I may teach thee the fifth
If thou art fettered
And led to the bog
A song of release
I have uttered before thee
And then the fetters shall fall from thy limbs
And from thy feet the shackles
I wash away from me the craft of my enemies, the plunder and wrath of the powerful
That I may teach thee the sixth
If thou comest to the sea
Where more than men know
Calm and the sea
May they come together in peace
And grant thee a peaceful journey
I wash away from me the craft of my enemies, the plunder and wrath of the powerful
That I may teach thee the seventh
If frost seeks thee
On a high mountain
The shivering cold
May it pass thy body by
And thy limbs shall remain alive
I wash away from me the craft of my enemies, the plunder and wrath of the powerful
That I may teach thee the eighth
If night overtakes thee
On the mist-veiled road
Sooner than may
Do thee harm
A Christian dead woman
I wash away from me the craft of my enemies, the plunder and wrath of the powerful
That I may teach thee the ninth
If thou trafficest in words
With an evil norn
Of speech and wit
May they be in thy memory and heart
Abundantly given
I wash away from me the craft of my enemies, the plunder and wrath of the powerful
I arise and summon the goddesses
And summon forth the army host
Some fetters I unbind
And some I let loose
And some I bind
Around the woven withies
Untie the vow bond
Unravel the battle host