Hávamál · Ljóðatal

Henry Adams Bellows stanza 158

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Henry Adams Bellows · stanza 158

1923
A twelfth I know, if high on a treeI see a hanged man swing;So do I write and color the runesThat forth he fares,And to me talks.
The Poetic Edda: Translated from the Icelandic with an Introduction and NotesPublic domain in the United States
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Benjamin Thorpe · stanza 159

1866
For the twelfth I know,if on a tree I seea corpse swinging from a halter,I can so graveand in runes depict,that the man shall walk,and with me converse.
The Edda of Sæmund the LearnedPublic domain

Olive Bray · stanza 156

1908
Old Norse
Þat kannk et tolfta, ef sék á tré uppiváfa virgilná:svá ek ríst ok í rúnum fák,at sá gengr gumi
English translation
ok mǽlir viþ mik.A twelfth I know: if I see in a treea corpse from a halter hanging,such spells I write, and paint in runes,that the being descends and speaks.
The Elder or Poetic EddaPublic domain
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The Poetic Edda: Translated from the Icelandic with an Introduction and Notes

Hávamál, translated by Henry Adams Bellows, in The Poetic Edda (1923). Public-domain transcription sourced from Project Gutenberg ebook 73533.

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Henry Adams Bellows
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1923
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Public domain in the United States
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