| I know that I hung | |
| In the windcold tree | |
| Nine whole nights | |
| With hurt point | |
| To Oden given | |
| Self given to myself | |
| In that tree | |
| Which nobody knows | |
| From which roots it ran | |
| not given bread | |
| They brought no horns | |
| Saw down from the tree | |
| Took up runes | |
| Took them with screams | |
| And down from the tree I fell | |
| Nine magic songs I got | |
| From the famous son of | |
| Boltorn, Bestlas father | |
| And a drink I got | |
| Of precious mead | |
| Poured by Odrere | |
| Then I became vigorous | |
| And got wise | |
| Grew and felt well | |
| Of word sought word | |
| Me word again | |
| Of work sought work | |
| Me work again |