Henry Adams Bellows · stanza 140
1923None made me happy with loaf or horn,And there below I looked;I took up the runes, shrieking I took them,And forthwith back I fell.3 translations are aligned to this passage.
None made me happy with loaf or horn,And there below I looked;I took up the runes, shrieking I took them,And forthwith back I fell.Bread no one gave me,nor a horn of drink,downward I peered,to runes applied myself,wailing learnt them,then fell down thence.None refreshed me ever with food or drink,I peered right down in the deep;crying aloud I lifted the Runesthen back I fell from thence.Hávamál, translated by Henry Adams Bellows, in The Poetic Edda (1923). Public-domain transcription sourced from Project Gutenberg ebook 73533.
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…
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