I know that I hung in this tree  All of nights nine  Wounded by the spear, given to myself  Enlightened I'll become    No horn they upheld, nor handed me bread  I looked below me, aloud I cried  Caught up the runes, caught them up wailing  Then to the ground I fell again    I know that I hung in this tree  All of nights nine  Wounded by the spear, given to myself  Enlightened I'll become    From the son of Bolthorn, Bestla's father  I mastered mighty songs nine  And a drink I had from the strongest mead  Got out from? thraerir    Valdr galga    Yggdrasil must abide  More than to men is known  The hart browsing above, it's bark rotting  And Nidhogg gnawing beneath