Henry Adams Bellows · stanza 165
1923An eighteenth I know, that ne’er will I tellTo maiden or wife of man,—The best is what none but one’s self doth know,So comes the end of the songs,—Save only to her in whose arms I lie,Or who else my sister is.3 translations are aligned to this passage.
An eighteenth I know, that ne’er will I tellTo maiden or wife of man,—The best is what none but one’s self doth know,So comes the end of the songs,—Save only to her in whose arms I lie,Or who else my sister is.For the eighteenth I knowthat which I never teachto maid or wife of man,(all is betterwhat one only knows.This is the closing of the songs)save her alonewho clasps me in her arms,or is my sister.An eighteenth I know: which I ne’er shall tellto maiden or wife of man,save alone to my sister, or haply to herwho folds me fast in her arms;most safe are secrets known to but one-the songs are sung to an end.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…
Read passage →Happy the one who wins for himself Favor and praises fair; Less safe by far is the wisdom found That is hid in another’s heart.
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 →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.
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