So great is the charm | that forth I may go,
The fetters spring from my feet,
Broken the bonds from my hands.
[a]151]. A fifth I know, | if I see from afar
An arrow fly ’gainst the folk;
It flies not so swift | that I stop it not,
If ever my eyes behold it.
[152]. A sixth I know, | if harm one seeks
With a sapling’s roots to send me;
The hero himself | who wreaks his hate