34.  There on a height sat, striking a harp, the giantess’s watch, the joyous Egdir; by him crowed, in the bird-wood, the bright red cock, which Fialar hight.

35.  Crowed o’er the AEsir Gullinkambi, which wakens heroes with the sire of hosts; but another crows beneath the earth, a soot-red cock, in the halls of Hel.

36.  I saw of Baldr, the blood-stained god, Odin’s son, the hidden fate.  There stood grown up, high on the plain, slender and passing fair, the mistletoe.

37.  From that shrub was made, as to me it seemed, a deadly, noxious dart.  Hoedr shot it forth; but Frigg bewailed, in Fensalir, Valhall’s calamity.  Understand ye yet, or what?

38.  Bound she saw lying, under Hveralund, a monstrous form, to Loki like.  There sits Sigyn, for her consort’s sake, not right glad.  Understand ye yet, or what?

39.  Then the Vala knew the fatal bonds were twisting, most rigid, bonds from entrails made.

40.  From the east a river falls, through venom dales, with mire and clods, Slid is its name.

41.  On the north there stood, on Nida-fells, a hall of gold, for Sindri’s race; and another stood in Okolnir, the Joetuns beer-hall which Brimir hight.

42.  She saw a hall standing, far from the sun, in Nastroend; its doors are northward turned, venom-drops fall in through its apertures:  entwined is that hall with serpents’ backs.

43.  She there saw wading the sluggish streams bloodthirsty men and perjurers, and him who the ear beguiles of another’s wife.  There Nidhoegg sucks the corpses of the dead; the wolf tears men.  Understand ye yet, or what?

44.  Further forward I see, much can I say of Ragnaroek and the gods’ conflict.

45.  Brothers shall fight, and slay each other; cousins shall kinship violate.  The earth resounds, the giantesses flee; no man will another spare.

46.  Hard is it in the world, great whoredom, an axe age, a sword age, shields shall be cloven, a wind age, a wolf age, ere the world sinks.

47.  Mim’s sons dance, but the central tree takes fire at the resounding Giallar-horn.  Loud blows Heimdall, his horn is raised; Odin speaks with Mim’s head.

48.  Trembles Yggdrasil’s ash yet standing; groans that aged tree, and the joetun is loosed.  Loud bays Garm before the Gnupa-cave, his bonds he rends asunder; and the wolf runs.

49.  Hrym steers from the east, the waters rise, the mundane snake is coiled in joetun-rage.  The worm beats the water, and the eagle screams:  the pale of beak tears carcases; Naglfar is loosed.

50.  That ship fares from the east:  come will Muspell’s people o’er the sea, and Loki steers.  The monster’s kin goes all with the wolf; with them the brother is of Byleist on their course.

51.  Surt from the south comes with flickering flame; shines from his sword the Val-gods’ sun.  The stony hills are dashed together, the giantesses totter; men tread the path of Hel, and heaven is cloven.