41. The sun I saw, and it seemed to me as if I saw a glorious god: I bowed before her, for the last time, in the world of men.
42. The sun I saw: she beamed forth so that I seemed nothing to know; but Gioll’s streams roared from the other side mingled much with blood.
43. The sun I saw, with quivering eyes, appalled and shrinking; for my heart in great measure was dissolved in languor.
44. The sun I saw seldom sadder; I had then almost from the world declined: my tongue was as wood become, and all was cold without me.
45. The sun I saw never after, since that gloomy day; for the mountain-waters closed over me, and I went called from torments.
46. The star of hope, when I was born, fled from my breast away; high it flew, settled nowhere, so that it might find rest.
47. Longer than all was that one night, when stiff on my straw I lay; then becomes manifest the divine word: “Man is the same as earth.”
48. The Creator God can it estimate and know, (He who made heaven and earth) how forsaken many go hence, although from kindred parted.
49. Of his works each has the reward: happy is he who does good. Of my wealth bereft, to me was destined a bed strewed with sand.
50. Bodily desires men oftentimes seduce, of them has many a one too much: water of baths was of all things to me most loathsome.
51. In the Norns’ seat nine days I sat, thence I was mounted on a horse: there the giantess’s sun shone grimly through the dripping clouds of heaven.
52. Without and within, I seemed to traverse all the seven nether worlds: up and down, I sought an easier way, where I might have the readiest paths.
53. Of that is to be told, which I first saw, when I to the worlds of torment came:—scorched birds, which were souls, flew numerous as flies.
54. From the west I saw Von’s dragons fly, and Glaeval’s paths obscure: their wings they shook; wide around me seemed the earth and heaven to burst.
55. The sun’s hart I saw from the south coming, he was by two together led: his feet stood on the earth, but his horns reached up to heaven.
56. From the north riding I saw the sons of Nidi, they were seven in all: from full horns, the pure mead they drank from the heaven-god’s well.
57. The wind was silent, the waters stopped their course; then I heard a doleful sound: for their husbands false-faced women ground earth for food.
58. Gory stones those dark women turned sorrowfully; bleeding hearts hung out of their breasts, faint with much affliction.
59. Many a man I saw wounded go on those gleed- strewed paths; their faces seemed to me all reddened with reeking blood.
60. Many men I saw to earth gone down, who holy service might not have; heathen stars stood above their heads, painted with deadly characters.