Henry Adams Bellows · stanza 69
1923All wretched is no man, though never so sick;Some from their sons have joy,Some win it from kinsmen, and some from their wealth,And some from worthy works.3 translations are aligned to this passage.
All wretched is no man, though never so sick;Some from their sons have joy,Some win it from kinsmen, and some from their wealth,And some from worthy works.No man lacks everything,although his health be bad:one in his sons is happy,one in abundant wealth,one in his good works.Not reft of all is he who is ill,for some are blest in their bairns,some in their kin and some in their wealth,and some in working well.Hávamál, translated by Henry Adams Bellows, in The Poetic Edda (1923). Public-domain transcription sourced from Project Gutenberg ebook 73533.
Cattle die, and kinsmen die, And so one dies one’s self; But a noble name will never die, If good renown one gets.
Read passage →Cattle die, and kinsmen die, And so one dies one’s self; One thing I know that never dies, The fame of a dead man’s deeds.
Read passage →A man shall not boast of his keenness of mind, But keep it close in his breast; To the silent and wise does ill come seldom When he goes as…
Read passage →A better burden may no man bear For wanderings wide than wisdom; It is better than wealth on unknown ways, And in grief a refuge it gives.
Read passage →Only you can see these notes.
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