Henry Adams Bellows · stanza 29
1923Often he speaks who never is stillWith words that win no faith;The babbling tongue, if a bridle it find not,Oft for itself sings ill.3 translations are aligned to this passage.
Often he speaks who never is stillWith words that win no faith;The babbling tongue, if a bridle it find not,Oft for itself sings ill.He utters too manyfutile wordswho is never silent;a garrulous tongue,if it be not checked,sings often to its own harm.Too many unstable words are spokenby him who ne’er holds his peace;the hasty tongue sings its own mishapif it be not bridled in.Hávamál, translated by Henry Adams Bellows, in The Poetic Edda (1923). Public-domain transcription sourced from Project Gutenberg ebook 73533.
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