Now Vidar standing at the poop

Fix’d with his fearful eye the whale:

At once its powers of mischief fail;

To Vidar’s eye all creatures stoop.

Aloud read Odin many a rune;

The whale must to the bottom go;

For Vidar’s look, like a harpoon,

Had pierced the monster through and through.

’Twas eve: the land begins to loom;

Now Hlesey full in sight appears: