Paroles et traduction Nytt Land - Dauði Balder

Dauði Balder

Ek sá Baldri,
Blóðgum tívur,
Óðins barni,
Örlög folgin;
Stóð of vaxinn
Völlum hæri
Mjór ok mjök fagr
Mistilteinn.

Varð af þeim meiði,
Er mær sýndisk,
Harmflaug hættlig,
Höðr nam skjóta;
Baldrs bróðir var
Of borinn snemma,
Sá nam Óðins sonr
Einnættr vega.

Þó hann æva hendr
Né höfuð kembði,
Áðr á bál of bar
Baldrs andskota;
En Frigg of grét
Í Fensölum
Vá Valhallar.
Vituð ér enn — eða hvat?

Þá kná Váli
Vígbönd snúa,
Heldr váru harðgör
Höft ór þörmum.

Haft sá hon liggja
Und Hveralundi,
Lægjarns líki
Loka áþekkjan;
Þar sitr Sigyn
Þeygi of sínum
Ver vel glýjuð.
Vituð ér enn — eða hvat?

Dauði Balder

I saw Baldr,
A bloody giant,
Odin's son,
His fate unknown.
He stood so tall,
Taller than the walls,
Slender and very beautiful,
The mistletoe.

He was wounded by the arrow,
That the maiden showed him,
A dangerous destructive act,
Hodr took the shot.
Baldr's brother was
Born too soon,
That is why Odin's son,
Took only one night to avenge him.

Even though he never washed his hands
Or combed his hair,
Before he carried him to the pyre,
Baldr's opponent.
But Frigg wept
In Fensalir
The woe of Valhalla.
Do you know any more — or what?

Then Váli
Broke the bonds of battle,
They were made of sinews,
And the head was of entrails.

I have seen him lying
Under Hveralund,
Like the figure on a fetter,
Similar to Loki;
There sits Sigyn
Not sighing over her
Husband.
Do you know any more — or what?