Well well, I will try it; and thou, Dagny, give heed, that afterwards thou mayst carve the song on staves.
The men approach with the torches, forming a group around him; he is silent for a time, reflecting; then he says:
Bragi’s[[17]] gift is bitter
when the heart is broken;
sorrow-laden singer,
singing, suffers sorely.
Natheless, since the Skald-god
gave me skill in song-craft,
in a lay loud-ringing
be my loss lamented!