English translation:

Eyes pulled towards the holy peak
Clearly defined on the horizon
Each wind from there
Carries a memory of you

Certainty of your wit and nearness
Cures my lonely sorrow
Doubly sting the wounds
That nobody else can see

Guest in Dáinn's hall
Until you were reborn
To song of Norns, in weave of Norns
The thread strengthened by fortune
From former fathers, former mothers
You continue the lineage

Guest in Dáinn's hall
Until Norns spin you a new thread
From wind you were brought forth
By wind you will be brought back

From wind you were brought forth
By wind you will be brought back.

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