Með þursi þríhöfðuðom
With a three headed giant
þú skalt æ nara
you must for ever linger out your
life
eða verlaus vera!
or have no husband
Þitt geð grípi,
May passion seize you,
þik morn morni!
pining consume you
Ver þú sem þistill,
Be like the thistle
sá er var þrunginn
that which is crushed
í önn ofanverða!
at the end of the harvest.