| Ein sat hon úti, þá er inn aldni kom yggjungr ása ok í augu leit. | I sat alone when that ancient one came to me, Odin of the Aesir, and he looked into my eye. |
| Veit ek, at ek hekk vindga meiði á nætr allar níu, geiri undaðr ok gefinn Óðni, sjalfr sjalfum mér, á þeim meiði, er manngi veit hvers af rótum renn. | I know that I hung on the windy tree, hung there for nights full nine; With the spear I was wounded, and offered I was to Odin, myself to myself, on the tree that none may ever know what root beneath it runs. |
| Allt veit ek, Óðinn, hvar þú auga falt, í inum mæra Mímisbrunni. | I know everything, Odin, where you hid your eye, in the famous waters of the well of Mimir. |
| Við hleifi mik sældu né við hornigi; nýsta ek niðr, nam ek upp rúnar, æpandi nam, fell ek aftr þaðan. | None made me happy | with loaf or horn, And there below I looked; I took up the runes, shrieking I took them, And forthwith back I fell. |
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