And Ægir with his potent arm check Rana’s perfidy?
Young Gerda dotes upon her spouse; she’s full of charm and grace;
She gave Skidbladner to the gods; she’s of a better race:
Women with coal-black hair from her descend, within whose blood
The flame of love more ardent glows. Say! were not Lok a god,
What mischief might he not effect in regions void of light?
And hath not oft the moon bestow’d the power of day on night?
But should light’s ray, deserting heaven, descend into th’ abyss,
Would not for ever disappear our glory, strength, and bliss?
Shall we then Freya cede? ah no! by the great gods, I swear,