2. Long have I slept,
Long been with sleep oppressed,
Long are mortals’ sufferings!
Odin is the cause
That I have been unable
To cast off torpor.
Sigurd sat down and asked her name. She then took a horn filled with mead, and gave him the minnis-cup (cup of memory).
SHE:
3. Hail to Day!
Hail to the sons of Day!