"A saga from the king of skalds, Bragi!"
When the feasters took up the cry, Bragi rose. Smiling, he went to a great harp at the end of the hall. His fingers touched the strings, and rippling, shivering music welled out. He sang in a clear, strong voice.
Give ear, all ye Aesir, Sons of the morning,
Wise men and warriors,
Men with great hearts!
Ye who fared upward,
From Muspelheim's fire-hell,
Daring all terrors
To seek a new land!
Bragi sang on, describing the migration of the Aesir from their disaster-smitten underworld, their repulse of the Jotuns, the hunt and the battle of their ships along Midgard's coast, and the fury of the sea.