The destroyer of troll-children
Let his neck- strength
Wax heaven high,
Till the mighty stream should diminish.
But the warriors,
The oath-bound protectors of Asgard, —
The experienced vikings, —
Waded fast and the stream sped on.
Thou god of the bow!
The billows
Blown by the mountain-storm
Powerfully rushed
Over Thor's shoulders.
Thjalfe and his companion,
With their heads above water,
Got over the river, —
To Thor's belt they clung.
Their strength was tested, —
Geirrod's daughters made hard the stream
For the iron rod.
Angry fared Thor with the Gridarvol.
Nor did courage fail
Those foes of the giant
In the seething vortex.
Those sworn companions
Regarded a brave heart
Better than gold.
Neither Thor's nor Thjalfe's heart
From fear did tremble.
And the war companions —
Weapons despising —
'Mong the giants made havoc,
Until, woman!
The giant destroyers
The conflict of helmets
With the warlike race
Did commence.
