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?

[English:]

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?