Freyr, the son of Njordhr, one day had seated himself on 
Hlidhskjalf and looked over all the worlds. To sit upon Hlidhskjalf 
was forbidden to all but Odhinn and Frigg, by Odhinn's decree. 
Then saw he in the world of Etins a fair maiden as she went from 
the hall of her father to her bower. And that sight made him 
heavy of heart. Skirnir was the name of Freyr's servitor. Njordhr 
bade him to make Freyr speak out.


Arise now, Skirnir, and ready make thee
to summon my son,
and find out this from the wise youth,
whom he doth hate.

For waspish words I well may look,
if I summon thy son
to find out this from the wise youth,
whom he doth hate.

Wilt tell me, Freyr, foremost among Gods,
and answer me as I ask:
Why sittest thou lonely, my Lord, all day
with heavy heart in thy hall?

How tell thee my yearning, oh youth, as thou wishest--
Why heavy my heart?
The alf's beam shineth all these long days,
but lighter groweth not my longing.

Thy heart's not so heavy, I hold, but thou mayest
open it to another;
for in days of yore we young were together:
truly thou mightest trust me.

From on high I beheld in the halls of Gymir
a maiden to my mind;
her arms did gleam, their glamor filled
all the sea and the air.

This maiden is to me more dear
than maiden to any man;
but Aesir and alfs all will have it
that strangers ay we stay.

(In my behalf her hand shalt ask,
and home bring her hither,
her father let or allow it:
good shall thy reward shall be.)

Thy steed then lend me to lift me o'er wyrrd
ring of flickering flame,
the sword also that swings itself
against the tribe of trolls.

My steed I lend thee to lift thee o'er wyrrd
ring of flickering flame,
the sword also which swings itself,
if wise he who wields it.

Night it is now, now we shall fare
over moist mountains,
to the thurse's throng;
scatheless we both shall 'scape their might,
or else both be o'erborne by the Etins.

Skirnir rode to Jotunheimr and to Gymir's hall. There were savage 
dogs tied to the gate of the enclosure about Gerdh's bower. 
Skirnir hailed a shepherd sitting upon a hill.


Say thou, shepherd, sitting on hill,
who dost watch all ways:
how win I the welcome of the winsome maid
through the grim hounds of Gymir?

Whether art thou doomed, or dead already,
(in the stirrup who standest)?
Never shalt thou win the welcome to have
of the good daughter of Gymir.

Ne'er a whit will whine, whatso betide,
who is eager on errand bent;
my fate is foretold me to the time of a day,
allotted is all my life.

What outcry and uproar within out courts
hear I now, handmaid?
The earth doth shake and all my father
Gymir's high halls.

By his steed here stands a stranger youth,
unbridles and baits him;
(He wishes, I ween, welcome to have
from the good daughter of Gymir).

Bid to my bower the bold-minded come,
to meet me and drink our mead;
though far from us, I fear me, is not
my brother's banesman

Whether art of the alf's or Aesir come,
or art thou a wise Van?
Through furious fire why farest alone
to behold our halls?

Neither alf am I, nor Aesir come
nor a wise Van;
through furious fire yet fared I alone
to behold your halls.

Apples of Youth have I all golden;
to thee, Gerdh, I shall give them,
to hear from thy lips thou lovest Freyr,
and deemest him dearest to thee.

The Apples of Youth not e'er shall I take
to do any wight's will;
nor shall I ever with Njordhr's son Freyr
dwell while our lives do last.

Draupnir, the ring, then thy dowry shall be,
which with Baldr was burned;
eight rings as dear will drop from it
every ninth night.

Draupnir, the ring, I do not want,
though it with Baldr was burned;
gold I lack not in Gymir's halls,
to deal out daily.

This mottled blade, dost, maiden, see it
which here I hold in my hand?
Thy haughty head I hew from thy neck
but thou yield thy love to the youth.

Nor gold nor sword will gain it over me
any wight's will to do;
if Gymir, my father, did find thee here,
fearless warrior, ye would fight to the death.

This mottled blade, dost, maiden, see it
which here I hold in my hand?
Before its edge the Etin falls,
and is thy father fey.

With this galdrwand bewitch thee I shall,
my will, maiden, to do;
where the sons of men will see thee no more,
thither shalt thou!

On eagle-hill shalt ever sit,
aloof from the world, lolling toward Hel.
To thee men shall be more loathsome far
than to mankind the slimey wyrm.

An ugly sight, when out thou comest,
even Hrimnir will stare at and every hind glare at,
more widely known than the warder of Gods,
and shalt gape through the gate.

Shalt drivel and dote, and drag through life,
with salt tears shalt sorrow;
shalt sit as I say, with sadness heavy,
feel twofold torment
with heavy heart.

Imps shall nip thee, all the long days
thou art with the Etins;
to Rime Thurses' hall shalt hobble all days,
cringe under curse,
cringe under care.
For play shall weeping thy pastime be:
live a loathly life with tears!

With three-headed thurse, thwarted, thou shalt live,
or else unwedded be;
lust shall lash thee,
weakness waste thee:
be like the thistle which is thrust under,
when the harvest is harbored.

To the woods I wended, to the wet forest,
a galdrwand me to make,
and a galdrwand I made me.

Thou hast angered Odhinn, the uppermost God;
Freyr will frown on thee,
thou wicked wench! Woe betide thee,
thou hast the great God's wrath.

Hear ye rime thurses, her ye etins,
ye sons of Settung, all ye sibs of the Aesir:
how I forbid, how I debar
men's mirth to the maid,
men's love to the maid.

Hrimgrimnir is hight who shall have thee, a thurse,
Niflhelheimr beneath:
there, slavering slaves shall serve thee 'neath tree roots
with staling of stinking goats.
No other drink shalt ever get,
wench at thy will,
wench at my will!

A 'thurs' rune [Thurisaz] for thee, and three more I scratch:
lechery, loathing, and lust;
off I shall scratch them, as on I did scratch them,
if of none there be need.

Hail, rather, hero, and hold to thy lips
this crystal cup with mead;
though hardly thought I that hence I should fare,
to be a Van's wife.

My errand I would know altogether,
ere hence I ride home.
When art minded to meet the strong one,
and welcome the wise son of Njordhr?

Barri is hight, as both we know,
for true love a trysting glade.
after nights nine to Njordhr's son there
will Gerdh grant her love.

Then rode Skirnir home. Freyr stood without and greeted him and 
asked him what tidings he brought:

Say now, Skirnir, ere thou unsaddled the steed
and set one foot foreward:
what errand bringest thou from Jotunheimr,
of mark for thee or me?

Barri is hight, as both we know,
for true love a trysting glade.
after nights nine to Njordhr's son there
will Gerdh grant her love.

Long is a night, longer are two--
how shall I thole three?
Shorter to me a month oft seemed,
than part of this night of pining.