text: Valði henni Herföðr
  Hringa ok men
  Fekk spjöll spaklig
  Ok spá ganda
  Sá hon vítt ok of vítt
  Of veröld hverja
  Sá hon valkyrjur
  Vítt of komnar
  Görvar at ríða
  Til Goðþjóðar;
  Skuld helt skildi
  En Skögul önnur
  Gunnr, Hildr, Göndul
  Ok Geirskögul
  Nú eru talðar
  Nönnur Herjans
  Görvar at ríða
  Grund valkyrjur
  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?
  Óthinn opened my eyes
  To rings and necklaces
  To the things men own, things the wise know
  To prophecy
  I saw more and more
  Looking out over all the worlds
  I saw Valkyrjur
  Saddled all around
  Ready to ride
  To the homes of the gods
  Skuld held a shield
  And Skǫgul another
  Gunnr, Hildr, Gǫndul
  And Geirskǫgul
  Now are counted
  The Valkyrjur
  Ready to ride
  To the earth, the Valkyrjur
  I saw Baldr
  The bloodied victim
  Óthinn’s son
  Resigned to his fate
  There stood
  The mistletoe
  Grown slender and fair
  High above the plain
  That tree
  Which seemed harmless
  Caused a terrible sorrow
  When Hǫthr took a shot
  Baldr’s brother
  Was born soon thereafer
  Óthinn’s son; he took vengeance
  When one night old
  He had never washed his hands
  Nor combed his hair
  When he put Baldr’s slayer
  On the funeral pyre
  Frigg wept
  In Fensalir
  For the woe of Valhǫll
  Have you learned enough yet, Allfather?