Völuspá by Benjamin Thorpe

Surt from the south comes 
with flickering flame; 
shines from his sword 
the Val-gods' sun. 
The stony hills are dashed together, 
the giantesses totter; 
men tread the path of Hel, 
and heaven is cloven.
How is it with the Æsir? 
How with the Alfar? 
All Jötunheim resounds; 
the Æsir are in council. 
The dwarfs groan 
before their stony doors, 
the sages of the rocky walls. 
Understand ye yet, or what?
Then arises Hlîn's second grief, 
when Odin goes with the wolf 
to fight, 
and the bright slayer of Beli 
with Surt. 
Then will Frigg's beloved fall.
Then comes the great victor-sire's son, 
to fight with the deadly beast. 
He with his hands 
will make his sword pierce 
to the heart of the giant's son: 
then avenges he his father.
Then comes the mighty son of Hlôdyn: 
(Odin's son goes with the monster to fight); 
Midgârd's Veor in his rage will slay the worm. 
Nine feet will go Fiörgyn's son, 
bowed by the serpent, 
who feared no foe. 
All men will their homes forsake.
The sun darkens, 
earth in ocean sinks, 
fall from heaven 
the bright stars, 
fire's breath assails 
the all-nourishing tree, 
towering fire plays 
against heaven itself.
She sees arise, 
a second time, 
earth from ocean, 
beauteously green, 
waterfalls descending; 
the eagle flying over, 
which in the fell 
captures fish.
The Æsir meet on Ida's plain, 
and of the mighty earth-encircler speak, 
and there to memory call their mighty deeds, 
and the supreme god's 
ancient lore.
There shall again 
the wondrous golden tables 
in the grass be found, 
which in days of old 
had possessed 
the ruler of the gods, 
and Fiölnir's race.
Unsown shall the fields 
bring forth, 
all evil be amended; 
Baldr shall come; 
Hödr and Baldr, 
the heavenly gods, 
Hropt's glorious dwellings shall inhabit. 
Understand ye yet, or what?