Under the caress of the mountain prospered  Two mortals which all beheld  Never surrending before them  All happening in a horrifying manner    One, proud as a god  Raised high his head for heaven  Bold and brave, the hunter  (of that forest, be was alone)  The other, sweet as rosary  Despite being arrested by the winter  Which coldness makes anyone fall  Still then (she stubornly rose her head) with love    For despite the unleashed storm  Their beauty and love  (were the truth to their union)  Cause after uncovering the sun  Were they still holding one another    Both living in happiness  The boy in his youth was Frithiof  Beauty young... Ingesburge  Was the maiden of his dreams    Both so sweet as Brunhilde  That Freya, goddess of love  Wanted them to live in her mansion  Were they both shelted without delay    The moon undone in moonlight  Near the forest they danced  Without knowing what has been  Embraced together through the flames of the night    When be understood the signs  Frithiof, happier than a god  Felt in intensive happiness  When he met his knewly bride