Leika Míms synir, en mjötuðr kyndisk
at inu galla Gjallarhorni;
hátt blæss Heimdallr, horn er á lofti,
mælir Óðinn við Míms höfuð.
The giants are at play, and the gods fate is kindled
at the blast of Gjallarhorn;
Heimdal blows that horn loud, holds it high aloft,
Odin speaks with Mimir’s head.
