text: Ek man jötna
  Ár of borna
  Þá er forðum mik
  Fædda höfðu;
  Níu man ek heima
  Níu íviðjur
  Mjötvið mæran
  Fyr mold neðan
  Ár var alda
  Þar er ekki var
  Var-a sandr né sær
  Né svalar unnir;
  Jörð fannsk æva
  Né upphiminn
  Gap var ginnunga
  En gras hvergi
  Áðr Burs synir
  Bjöðum of yppðu
  Þeir er Miðgarð
  Mæran skópu;
  Sól skein sunnan
  Á salar steina
  Þá var grund gróin
  Grænum lauki
  Sól varp sunnan
  Sinni mána
  Hendi inni hægri
  Um himinjöður;
  Sól þat né vissi
  Hvar hon sali átti
  Máni þat né vissi
  Hvat hann megins átti
  Stjörnur þat né vissu
  Hvar þær staði áttu
  Þá gengu regin öll
  Á rökstóla
  Ginnheilög goð
  Ok um þat gættusk;
  Nótt ok niðjum
  Nöfn of gáfu
  Morgin hétu
  Ok miðjan dag
  Undorn ok aftan
  Árum at telja
  Hittusk æsir
  Á Iðavelli
  Þeir er hörg ok hof
  Hátimbruðu;
  Afla lögðu
  Auð smíðuðu
  Tangir skópu
  Ok tól gørðu
  Ár var alda
  Þar er ekki var
  Var-a sandr né sær
  Né svalar unnir;
  Jörð fannsk æva
  Né upphiminn
  Gap var ginnunga
  En gras hvergi
  Áðr Burs synir
  Bjöðum of yppðu
  Þeir er Miðgarð
  Mæran skópu;
  Sól skein sunnan
  Á salar steina
  Þá var grund gróin
  Grænum lauki
  Sól varp sunnan
  Sinni mána
  Hendi inni hægri
  Um himinjöður;
  Sól þat né vissi
  Hvar hon sali átti
  Máni þat né vissi
  Hvat hann megins átti
  Stjörnur þat né vissu
  Hvar þær staði áttu
  I remember jötnar
  Borned before time
  In primeal time
  They fostered me;
  Nine worlds I remember
  Nine jötunn -maidens 
  Before the measure-tree
  Grew from the mold
  Before time itself
  There was nothing
  No sand, nor sea
  Nor cool waves;
  Earth existed not at all
  Nor the sky above
  Just the gaping abyss
  But vegetation nowhere
  Until Borrs sons
  Raised the lands
  They created Midgard
  Our praised world;
  The sun shone from the south
  Onto their stone halls
  Then the ground grew
  Green with plants
  The sun hurled from the south
  With the moon
  Her right hand landed
  Over the sky horizon;
  The sun did not know
  Where her hall was
  The moon did not know
  What his stenght was
  The stars did not know
  Where their places was
  Then all powers went
  To the judgment-chairs
  The most holy gods;
  And they declared that;
  Night and hours
  Should be given names
  Morning also
  And midday
  Afternoon and evening
  To tell time
  The Æsir met
  At Ithavoll
  They made sanctuaries and high
  Temples;
  Made forges
  Precious treasures
  Shaped tongs
  And similar tools
  Before time itself
  There was nothing
  No sand, nor sea
  Nor cool waves;
  Earth existed not at all
  Nor the sky above
  Just the gaping abyss
  But vegetation nowhere
  Until Borrs sons
  Raised the lands
  They created Midgard
  Our praised world;
  The sun shone from south
  Onto their stone halls
  Then the ground grew
  Green with plants
  The sun hurled from the south
  With the moon
  Her right hand landed
  Over the sky horizon;
  The sun did not know
  Where her hall was
  The moon did not know
  What his stenght was
  The stars did know know
  Where their places was