They say 'neath the arms, of the giant of ice
grew man-child and maid together
And foot with foot, did the wise one fashion
A son that six head bore.
Eighth anwer me well, if wise thou art called,
If thou knowest it, Vafthruthnir, now:
What farthest back, dost thou bear in mind?
For wide is thy wisdom, giant!
Winters unmeasured, ere earth was made
Was the birth of Bergelmir
This first knew I well, when the giant wise
In a boat of old was borne.
Ninth answer me well, if wise thou art called
If thou knowest it, Vafthruthnir, now:
Whence comes the wind, that fares o'er the waves
Yet never itself is seen?
In an eagle's guise, at the end of heaven
Hraesvelg sits, they say
And from his wings, does the wind comes forth
To move o'er the world of men.