《希亚尔马尔之歌》的原典

"Hvat er þér, Hjálmarr?
Hefr þú lit brugðit,
þik kveð ek mæða
miklar undir;
hjálmr er þinn höggvinn,
en á hlið brynja;
nú kveð ek fjörvi
of farit þínu."
Hjálmarr kvað:

"Sár hefi ek sextán,
slitna brynju:
svart er mér fyrir sjónum,
sék-a ek ganga;
hneit mér við hjarta
hjörr Angantýs,
hvass blóðrefill
herðr í eitri."

Áttak á foldu
fimm tún saman,
en ek því aldri
unða ráði;
nú verð ek liggja
lífs andvani,
sverði undaðr,
í Sámseyju.

Drekka í höllu
húskarlar mjöð,
menjum göfgir,
at míns föður;
mæðir marga
mungát fira,
en mik eggja spor
í enju þjá.

Hvarf ek frá hvítri
hlaðs beðgunni
á Agnafit
útanverðri;
saga mun sannask,
sú er hon sagði mér,
at aftr koma
eigi mundak.

Hvarf ek frá fögrum
fljóða söngvi,
ótrauðr gamans
austr við Sóta;
för skundaðak
ok fórk í lið
hinzta sinni
frá hollvinum.

Drag þú mér af hendi
hring inn rauða
færðu inni ungu
Ingibjörgu;
sá mun henni
hugfastr tregi,
er ek eigi kem
til Uppsala.

Hrafn flýgr austan
af háum meiði,
flýgr honum eftir
örn í sinni;
þeim gef ek erni
efstum bráðir;
sá mun á blóði
bergja mínu."

“What ails you, Hjalmar?
Your colour has changed;
I see you are troubled
by grievous wounds;
your helmet is hacked,
and your mailcoat at the side;
now I believe
your life is at an end.”
Hjalmar said:

“I have sixteen wounds,
a torn mailcoat;
blackness fills my sight,
I cannot see my way;
close to my heart struck
Angantyr’s sword,
its sharp, blood-drawing point
hardened in poison.

I owned on earth
five estates together,
but I was never
content with that lot;
now I must lie
bereft of life,
wounded by a sword,
on Samsey.

In the hall the retainers
are drinking mead,
adorned with necklaces,
at my father’s home;
ale overcomes
many a man,
while sword-edge tracks torment me
here on the island.

I left the fair-skinned
lady of the headband
on Agnafit’s
outermost shore;
her words will prove true,
those she spoke to me:
that I would never
come back again.

I left the lovely
singing of women,
eager for pleasure,
east with Soti;
I hastened my journey
and joined the host,
for the last time departing
from faithful friends.

Draw from my hand
the red-gold ring;
carry it to young
Ingibjorg;
her grief will linger
deep in her heart
when I do not come
to Uppsala.

A raven flies from the east,
from a tall tree;
after it flies
an eagle in company;
I give prey to that eagle
soaring highest;
it will drink
of my blood.”

“你怎么了，希亚尔马尔？
你的脸色已经变了，
我看你正受着
重伤的折磨；
你的头盔已被砍破，
锁甲的侧面也已裂开；
如今我看你的性命
就要到头了。”
希亚尔马尔说道：

“我身上有十六处伤口，
锁甲已然破碎；
我的眼前一片漆黑，
已看不清脚下的路；
安甘提尔的利剑
刺中了我的心口，
那锐利的嗜血剑尖
曾在毒液中淬硬。

我曾在这片土地上
拥有五处相连的庄园，
可我从来不曾
满足于那样的生活；
如今我却要躺在这里，
失去生命，
身受剑伤，
长眠于萨姆瑟岛。

家臣们在厅堂里
饮着蜂蜜酒，
佩着华贵的项环，
坐在我父亲家中；
浓啤酒使许多
男子昏沉，
而刀刃留下的伤口
在草地上折磨着我。

我辞别了那白皙的
头戴额带的姑娘，
就在阿格纳菲特
外缘的地方；
她对我说过的话
就要应验，
她说我再也
不能归来。

我离开了姑娘们
优美的歌声，
心中仍渴望欢娱，
随索蒂向东而去；
我匆匆踏上旅途，
加入了队伍，
最后一次
辞别亲爱的朋友。

请从我的手上褪下
那枚赤金指环，
把它带给年轻的
英格比约格；
她心中将会
长留悲痛，
因为我再也不能
回到乌普萨拉。

乌鸦从东方飞来，
飞离高高的树木，
一只苍鹰紧随其后，
与它结伴飞翔；
我将把血肉
献给后面那只苍鹰；
它将啜饮
我的鲜血。”