These females all are of gigantic height;
None dare dispute their will; resistless is their might.
Sleep never ventures here: the Nornor’s eyes
Do never close, whether the mid-day sun
Or radiant stars illuminate the skies:
Awake they sit, though motionless like stone.
Urda the actions of the past unveils;
Skulda the future cons with prudence meet:
Meanwhile Verdandis weighs in golden scales
The present gifts, the gods to send think fit,