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Hear my words, you holy gods,
great men and humble sons of Heimdall;
by Odinâs will, Iâll speak the ancient lore,
the oldest of all that I remember.
I remember giants of ages past,
those who called me one of their kin;
I know how nine roots form nine worlds
under the earth where the Ash Tree rises.
Nothing was there when time began,
neither sands nor seas nor cooling waves.
Earth was not yet, nor the high heavens,
but a gaping emptiness nowhere green.
Then Burâs sons lifted up the land
and made Midgard, menâs fair dwelling;
the sun shone out of the south,
and bright grass grew from the ground of stone.
The sun climbed; the moonâs companion
raised its right hand over heavenâs rim.
The sun did not know where its hall would stand,
the stars did not know where they would be set,
the moon did not know what would be its might.
Then all the gods met to give judgement,
the holy gods took counsel together:
they named night and nightâs children,
gave names to morning and noon
afternoon and evening, ordered time by years.
until three of the Ăsir assembled there,
strong and benevolent, came to the sea;
they found on the shore two feeble trees,
Ash and Embla, with no fixed fate.
These did not breathe, nor think or speak,
they had no hair, no fairness of face;
Odin gave lifeâs breath, Hoenir gave mind,
Lodur gave hair, fairness of face.
Then the Ăsir in Idavöll
built altars, temples, high timbered halls,
set up forges to fashion gold,
strong tools and well-shaped tongs.
Sitting in meadows, smiling over gameboards,
they never knew any need of gold,
but there came three maidens monstrous to look at,
giant daughters of Jotunheim.
She remembers war, the first in the world.
Countless spears were cast at Gullveig,
her body burned in Odinâs hall;
three times burned, three times born,
again and again, yet even now alive.
Witch was her name in the halls that knew her,
a sorceress, casting evil spells;
she used magic to ensnare the mind,
a welcome friend to wicked women.
Then the mighty gods met to give judgement,
the mighty gods took counsel together:
should the Ăsir accept great losses,
or all the gods be given what was due?
Odinâs spear shot into the hostâ
that was the first war fought in the world.
The wall of Asgard proved too weakâ
the victory was won by Vanir magic.
Then the mighty gods met to give judgement
the holy gods took counsel together:
who had filled the air with evil speech,
offered to a giant the goddess Freyja?
Thor alone struck, swollen with angerâ
never idle when he heard such news;
vows were broken, promises betrayed,
the solemn treaties both sides had sworn.
There is an ash treeâ its name is Yggdrasilâ
a tall tree watered from a cloudy well.
Dew falls from its boughs down into the valleys;
ever green it stands beside the Nornsâ spring.
Much wisdom have the three maidens
who come from the waters close to that tree;
they established laws, decided the lives
men were to lead, marked out their fates.
She knows that Heimdallâs hearing is hidden
where the holy tree rises to the heavens;
she sees a rushing turbid river
pour from Odinâs pledge. Seek you wisdom still?
She sat alone outside; the old one came,
anxious, from Valhalla, and looked into her eyes.
Why have you come here? What would you ask me?
I know everythingâ where you left your eye,
Odin, in the water of Mimirâs well.
Every morning Mimir drinks mead
from Warfatherâs tribute. Seek you wisdom still?
Valhallaâs lord gave gold and treasure;
she looked far into the future,
spoke with wisdom ...