Narfi I saw when the night was over,
by the gates of Niflheim.
Came he in the saddle of a coal-black stallion,
The breeze worsened.
Stared he at us with stinging eyes,
The place was surrounded by spirits and ghosts.
His strength was spent and courage faltering,
The frost bit us.
Loki wants to crush your leg and mind, (1)
Little shall help you weapons and defenses.
Listen now all who can hear me:
Dangerous are Loki's children.