From Hliðskjálf you see down
through every realm, every land, every home.
You who have drank of Kvasir’s mead,
you who gave your eye to Mimir’s well,
and who hears his head whisper to you in the night,
you who hung on the tree for nine days and nine nights,
pierced through with Gungnir:
I know of no other with the depth of wisdom you possess.
Yours are the answers to all my questions;
Yours is the knowledge of man and beast and tree,
ocean and mountain and fire.
You were present from the time that the universe was licked
from the ice by Audumhla and Ymir,
High, Just as High, and Third,
Hrafngud, Ganglieri, Haptaguð, Olgr, Uðr,
I know nothing in comparison with you,
but I know enough to know that it is wisdom
to ask for your guidance,
that I may benefit from the wisdom
you have spent all your existence acquiring,
and if I am most fortunate,
you may even grant it.
All Their Voices 