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30. Until the beauteous
woman gave
important, friendly counsel,
which she only knew:
“Strike at the head of Hýmir,
the Jötun with food oppressed,
that is harder
than any cup.”
31. Rose then on his knee
the stern lord of goats,
clad in all
his godlike power.
Unhurt remained
the old man's helm-block,
but the round wine-bearer
was in shivers broken.
32. “Much good, I know,
has departed from me,
now that my cup I see
hurled from my knees.”
Thus the old man spake:
I can never
say again,
beer thou art too hot.
33. Now 'tis to be tried
if ye can carry
the beer-vessel
out of our dwelling.”
Tý twice assayed
to move the vessel,
yet at each time
stood the kettle fast.
34. Then Modi's father
by the brim grasped it,
and trod through
the dwelling's floor.
Sif's consort lifted
the kettle on his head,
while about his heels
its rings jingled.
35. They had far journeyed
before Odin's son
cast one look backward:
he from the caverns saw,
with Hýmir from the east,
a troop of many-headed
monsters coming.
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