Текст и перевод песни Einar Selvik - Snake Pit Poetry (Skaldic Mode)

Snake Pit Poetry (Skaldic Mode)

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)
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.

Snake Pit Poetry (Skaldic Mode)

I don't think of serpents
In my old age;
It will happen many times,
That which least protects oneself.
I don't think of serpents
In my old age;
It will happen many times,
That which least protects oneself.
(Now the corpse will die of the wound
And die near the animals.)
Pigs would squeal,
If the boars knew the way;
It's enough for me to know misery,
Carved in my runes
And violently white,
Have gnawed at me, serpents;
Now the corpse will die of the wound
And die near the animals.