Grímur á Miðalnesi [English translation]

Hark ye!

There is a little to speak about

The farmer who inhabited first the world

That is what I want to chant about

Far around the roads gilded helmets sing

They mount their springing horses

The rattling of their spurs could be heard at a great distance

Far around the roads gilded helmets sing

The kinsmen ride into the forest

With unflinching courage

They saw a hot burning fire

And fine treasures in addition

Far around the roads gilded helmets sing

They mount their springing horses

The rattling of their spurs could be heard at a great distance

Far around the roads gilded helmets sing