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The ArArnamagnĉan Codex: Baldrs Draumar
The passage below is an excerpt piece from Arnas Magnusson’s the Arnamagnĉan Codex before the Harbarthsljoth fragment. Arnas lived from (1663–1730). He was born in Iceland and attended the University of Copenhagen. He spent much of his time creating scripts which were acquired in the Arnamagnĉan Manuscript Collection. In the Collection he included many other nordic manuscripts that were Norwegian, Danish and Swedish. After Arnas’ death, his Collection has been housed inside of the University’s library.

BALDRS DRAUMAR

1. Once were the gods | together met,

And the goddesses came | and council held,

And the far-famed ones | the truth would find,

Why baleful dreams | to Baldr had come.

2. Then Othin rose, | the enchanter old,

And the saddle he laid | on Sleipnir's back;

Thence rode he down | to Niflhel deep,

And the hound he met | that came from hell.

3. Bloody he was | on his breast before,

At the father of magic | he howled from afar;

Forward rode Othin, | the earth resounded

Till the house so high | of Hel he reached.

4. Then Othin rode | to the eastern door,

There, he knew well, | was the wise-woman's grave;

Magic he spoke | and mighty charms,

Till spell-bound she rose, | and in death she spoke:

5. "What is the man, | to me unknown,

That has made me travel | the troublous road?

I was snowed on with snow, | and smitten with rain,

And drenched with dew; | long was I dead."

Othin spake:

6. "Vegtam my name, | I am Valtam's son;

Speak thou of hell, | for of heaven I know:

For whom are the benches | bright with rings,

And the platforms gay | bedecked with gold?"

The Wise-Woman spake:

7. "Here for Baldr | the mead is brewed,

The shining drink, | and a shield lies o'er it;

But their hope is gone | from the mighty gods.

Unwilling I spake, | and now would be still."

Othin spake:

8. "Wise-woman, cease not! | I seek from thee

All to know | that I fain would ask:

Who shall the bane | of Baldr become,

And steal the life | from Othin's son?"

The Wise-Woman spake:

9. "Hoth thither bears | the far-famed branch,

He shall the bane | of Baldr become,

And steal the life | from Othin's son.

Unwilling I spake, | and now would be still."

Othin spake:

10. "Wise-woman, cease not! | I seek from thee

All to know | that I fain would ask:

Who shall vengeance win | for the evil work,

Or bring to the flames | the slayer of Baldr?"

The Wise-Woman spake:

11. "Rind bears Vali | in Vestrsalir,

And one night old | fights Othin's son;

His hands he shall wash not, | his hair he shall comb not,

Till the slayer of Baldr | he brings to the flames.

Unwilling I spake, | and now would be still."

Othin spake:

12. "Wise-woman, cease not! | I seek from thee

All to know | that I fain would ask:

What maidens are they | who then shall weep,

And toss to the sky | the yards of the sails?"

The Wise-Woman spake:

13. "Vegtam thou art not, | as erstwhile I thought;

Othin thou art, | the enchanter old."

Othin spake:

"No wise-woman art thou, | nor wisdom hast;

Of giants three | the mother art thou."

The Wise-Woman spake:

14. "Home ride, Othin, | be ever proud;

For no one of men | shall seek me more

Till Loki wanders | loose from his bonds,

And to the last strife | the destroyers come."

(Source: http://www.sacred-texts.com/neu/poe/poe13.htm)

I have read the document a number of times and will give an analysis report of it. The analysis will include my thoughts on the peom.


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