Hymn to the Foaming One
O I walked in the dark, I walked in the dark by your shores beneath the thin light of your brother Mani ; I walked, and the moonlight glistened on the crest of waves about to crash. I walked, and you spoke directly to my heart, in words no human would know, yet which every poet tries to capture in his rhymes and rhythms. For clearly you are the master of rhyme and rhythm, O Lord of the Seas, and poets come to you when they wish to woo, for your waters know the tales of a thousand affairs and love trysts. I walk your path, O Njord. Beloved Sol has drawn her chariot down, falling o'er the horizon, into the Varns, the woodland protection from wolves, yet Daegr's light shines barely in the western skies as he too walks down o'er the bridge that leads to Holy Hel. The western sky's light gleaming faintly on the white waves, the sky gives way to the black cloak of Grandmother Night. So Daeg gives way to Night on the shorelines. The Family of the Vanir in their endless pageants and dances : Father Njord, Mother Earth, Sister Sun, Brother Moon, Grandmother Night. This family lives here with us on this world, intimate. And Father of the Great Deep, your depths now match the cloak of Grandmother Night. Father of the Deep, of you we have no need to fear, for you shall guide our crafts through the storm and dank weather. We know the dangers of the fearful one, Aegir, the giant-lord who lives at the bottom of the sea with Ran, that heiti of Heid, and when they stir, the ocean surges uncontrollably. Thus the deep ocean's terror has the name of Aegir, but we will not call the blessed depths by his names, but we shall call you the Lord of the Deep, O Foaming One, one who gives without thinking, and takes with just as much ease. Give back again ; we long for your wealth!