Egil Saga
Hefir hon haft langan vanmátt
Ok pat var krom mikil
Fekk hon enga nótt svefn ok var
Sem hamstoli vaeri
Ristnar hafa verit rúnar, ok er sá einn bóndason
Hedan skammt í brott, er pat gerdi
Ok er sidan miklu
Verr en adr
Egil reist rúnar ok lagdi undir hoegendit
Í hvíluna, par er hon hvildi
Henni potti sem hon vaknadi or svefni ok sagdi
At hon var pá heil
Skalat madr rúnar rista
Nema rada vel kunni
Pat verdr mrgum manni
Es of myrkvan staaf villisk
Sák á telgdu talkni
Tiu launstafi ristna
Pat hefr lauka lindi
Langs ofrtrega fengit
Egil Saga
She's had a long lack of strength
And that was a great shame
She got no night's sleep and was
Like a bedpost
Runes have been carved, and there is one farmer's son
Not far away, who did that
And since then much
Worse than before
Egil carved runes and placed them under the headrest
In the bed where she rested
To the pot where she woke from sleep and said
That she was whole
A man should not carve runes
Unless he can interpret them well
It becomes a great sorrow
When a man wild with dark staves
I saw on a carved plank
Ten reward staves carved
That has tied the linden
Long-lasting sorrow