Meyjar flugu sunnan,
Maids from the south,
Myrkviðr í gögnum,
Through Myrkwood flew,
Alvitr unga, örlög drýgja;
Fair and young, their fate to follow
En einn Völundr sat í Ulfdölum,
There did they sit, for seven winters,
Svá beið hann sinnar ljóssar kvánar
The maidens yearned, for the murky wood,
Ríða Myrkvið yfir,
Through Myrkwood ride,
Meyjar flugu sunnan,
Maids from the south,
Alvitr unga, örlög drýgja
Fair and young, their fate to follow
En einn Völundr sat í Ulfdölum,
There did they sit, for seven winters,
Svá beið hann sinnar ljóssar kvánar
The maidens yearned, for the murky wood.