Henry Adams Bellows · stanza 139
1923I ween that I hung on the windy tree,Hung there for nights full nine;With the spear I was wounded, and offered I wasTo Othin, myself to myself,On the tree that none may ever knowWhat root beneath it runs.3 translations are aligned to this passage.
I ween that I hung on the windy tree,Hung there for nights full nine;With the spear I was wounded, and offered I wasTo Othin, myself to myself,On the tree that none may ever knowWhat root beneath it runs.I know that I hung,on a wind-rocked tree,nine whole nights,with a spear wounded,and to Odin offered,myself to myself;on that tree,of which no one knowsfrom what root it springs.I trow I hung on that windy Treenine whole days and nights,stabbed with a spear, offered to Odin,myself to mine own self given,high on that Tree of which none hath heardfrom what roots it rises to heaven.Hávamál, translated by Henry Adams Bellows, in The Poetic Edda (1923). Public-domain transcription sourced from Project Gutenberg ebook 73533.
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Read passage →A better burden may no man bear For wanderings wide than wisdom; It is better than wealth on unknown ways, And in grief a refuge it gives.
Read passage →A better burden may no man bear For wanderings wide than wisdom; It is better than wealth on unknown ways, And in grief a refuge it gives.
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