1. Once the celestial gods
had been taking fish,
and were in compotation,
ere they the truth discovered.¹
Rods² they shook,
and blood inspected,
when they found at Ægir's
a lack of kettles.

2. Sat the rock-dweller
glad as a child,
much like the son
of Miskorblindi.
In his eyes looked
Ygg's son steadfastly.
“Thou to the Æsir shalt
oft a compotation give.”

3. Caused trouble to the Jötun
th' unwelcome-worded Ás:
he forthwith meditated
vengeance on the gods.
Sif's husband he besought
a kettle him to bring.
“in which I beer
for all of you may brew.”

4. The illustrious gods
found that impossible,
nor could the exalted powers
it accomplish,
till from true-heartedness,
Tý to Hlorridi
much friendly counsel gave.

5. “There dwell eastward
of Elivagar
the all-wise Hýmir,
at heaven's end.
My sire, fierce of mood,
a kettle owns,
a capacious caldron,
a rast in depth.”

1. To wit, that they were short of kettles for brewing.

2. That is divining rods.

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