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Hear me, Thor
Hear me, Thor, now that we wander together
and I shall be your Loki-mouth,
do promise me that you will protect me now,
and tomorrow as well, and when ten years have passed,
for the Jotnar hate my laughter,
and the Jotnar-Wives are cooling my sex,
and I am growing old and losing my strenght.
Now swing your hammer, and don´t let your warrior
die in an ambush or in chains,
for the fight is not won yet,
so mighty and cold are the Jotnar of this time
in the mind of millions of men.
I know you will stay and I know you will win,
while I will walk on soon,
soon my Loki-mouth will be silent,
my Freya-mouth will sing no longer,
and Gautr´s arrows will fly no more
so sharply from my bow.
Therefore, Thor, promise me, that you will
protect me when the foes of my courage
threaten me and make me afraid, now, perhaps soon,
or when ten years have passed.
© Denish Original "Hør, Thor": Dan Nielsen (?-27. January 2018) Solmaanen.dk
© Translation: Michaela Macha
Author's Notes: 'Gautr's arrows' is a kenning for poems.
Image: "Lifandi Lif Undir Hamri" ("Living Life under the Hammer"), Oil
painting, 2000.
© Jeroen van Valkenburg.
Gallery of Jeroen van Valkenburg
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