~ By Courtesy of Others ~
Debate with the Father of Poetry
I heard, in my dream, the High One speak--
Odin, who begot clans in ancient times.
To bear his people he commanded me,
though conceived in the depths of the soul,
not of the womb:
"Proclaim the power of the runes to the world,
give me sons through your poetic gift,
men who will preserve my wisdom forever"--
I still tremble at the message I received.
Yet Odin had to hear my words of unwillingness:
"--I am devoted only to the father of the Ynglingar,
to Sweden's sacrificial god
I swear oaths of loyalty--
only he owns the homeland I seek!"
"You seem to be holding on to your original faith,"
the High One said to me scornfully,
"the way you talk about Sweden's god:
he does not rule alone, like the Prince of Israel!
"All the most holy host of Asgard received
sacrifice and prayer in the ancient groves;
my wooden image stood with Thor's
and Frey's in that holy place of the
Swedes you revere so highly!"
"--Indeed I have seen that the Swedes
gave you sacrifice and prayer
and an image in ancient times,
you and the many powers in Asgard--
but the god of the Vanir is my friend all the same.
"He shall lead me home to the land I seek:
wherever Skidbladnir goes,
a fair wind is sure to follow."
"--From the dwarves he got that fair ship;
from the dwarves comes the gift I gave to you:
"They brewed from blood the best of drinks,
which Suttung hid deep inside the mountain.
I glided in there in the form of a snake,
then lay three nights with Suttung's daughter,
"got from Gunnlod that good mead,
journeyed back home in the shape of an eagle.
Suttung flew behind me and sought my death--
blood for the blood that I carried back.
"I made a great effort--
the giant's strength failed him,
and I reached the walls, the mead still with me.
The powerful drink flowed in the kettles,
but the worst of it fell down into the world.
"For you I ladled up, in the days of your youth,
the pure mead of the right word:
with your words you must win the homeland you seek,
through teaching the runes,
the land shall become your own."
© Ingeborg Svea Norden
Read the poem in the Swedish original on Ingeborg´s Norse Heathen Pages.
Image: possibly by Frölich/Lundbye/Skvogaard (?).
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Comment:
Greetings, everyone!
I thought you might enjoy the poem I composed for a recent Odinsblót. Since the poetic form resisted all my attempts at translation,
I've decided to include both the original Swedish AND a literal English version of each stanza...
I had originally intended to add a few more stanzas here, linking the imageof the two "dwarf-ships" (so to speak) that would be needed to carry overall I had...and admit that both Frey's and Odin's help was necessary here. Unfortunately, my inspiration gave out on me...*sigh* And I know that arguing with a god is bad form at a blot, but my intuition (backed by a rune reading) told me to keep that poem in the ritual for which I wrote it. - Ingeborg S. Nordén