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Red Raven · Joined: 16 Sep 2005 Posts: 175 Location: Australia

I know I hung on the wind-swept tree,
Its root to the wise unknown;
spear-pierced, for nine long nights,
To Odin pledged self offered to self

They gave no bread nor drinking horn;
Down into the depths I gazed;
Crying aloud I took up runes,
Then finally I fell.

Nine powerful songs from Boltorn's son,
Bestla's famous father,
I learned; he poured me precious meadd
Of magic Odraerir.

Learned I grow in hidden lore,
Prospering in wisdom;
Word fro, word bestowed word,
And deed from deed new doings

You will find runes, and right read staves,
Strong staves, mighty staves of sages,
Staves that Bolthorn stained,
Graven great by Odin.

For Asir by Odin, for elves by Dain,
By Dvalin for dwarves,
By Asvid too for hated giants
And some made for myself.
Thund, before man was made, scratched them,
Who rose first, fell thereafter.

Know how to cut, Know how to read,
Know how to ask and sacrifice,
And how to send and destroy.

Ask not rather than over-pledge
Gift ever looks for gift;
Best send not than wasted;
this ere man, wrote Thund, risen, returning.

Anonymous · Guest

Hi red raven,

Do you fancy saying anything about this? Is it your translation?

Patrick

Red Raven · Joined: 16 Sep 2005 Posts: 175 Location: Australia

Hi Parrick Its not my own tranlation it's form one of my books of shadows I copyed it down from some where 12 years ago most likely when I did a corraspondace cours in Rune Magick whith the Odinic Rite.
Blessings

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