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Who the foe of Balder slay,
And on the pile funereal lay?
And on the pile funereal lay?
VOLVA.
Where western suns their circuit run,
To Odin, Rinda[1] bears a son.
Ere at night he seek his bed;
Ere in dew he bathe his head;
Or wildly streaming to the air,
Trim the luxuriance of his hair;
He shall guilty Hoder slay,
And on the pile funereal lay:
More, unwilling I relate—
Leave me, mortal! to my fate.
Where western suns their circuit run,
To Odin, Rinda[1] bears a son.
Ere at night he seek his bed;
Ere in dew he bathe his head;
Or wildly streaming to the air,
Trim the luxuriance of his hair;
He shall guilty Hoder slay,
And on the pile funereal lay:
More, unwilling I relate—
Leave me, mortal! to my fate.
- ↑ Rinda.—By her Odin had Vali. After Odin understands that his own son should revenge the death of Balder, he asks no more questions concerning the main object of his expedition; but leaves every thing then to the fates. The next thing he asked, was meant to reveal his true character, by way of insulting Volva, who had suffered herself to be deceived by him.
