Bear the noble-minded Rögnvald
And his warriors, wearing bucklers,
Quickly through the Sound of Njörfi.
When they were tacking into the Sound, the Earl sang:
By an east wind, breathing softly,
As from lips of Valland lady,
Are our ships now wafted onward,
As we push the yards out farther;
Though we had to tie the canvas
Tighter than we had expected