The Peanut Cup Tidings of Njord

Njord’s white-winged wanderers
wheeled over wagon-fields,
feathered folk from far waters
fared to the food-giver.

Golden-girded goodness,
grain and ground-nut joined,
sweetly set before spirits,
sung to the sky-fathers.

Land-wights lauded laughter,
long-fared ancestors leaned near,
blessings borne on bright breezes,
binding gift to giver’s heart.

Sea-Father’s sky-swimmers
sought the stone-plain’s feast,
fjord-feathered fish-finders
flew to the folk’s bounty.

Wave-Hall’s lord’s wing-thanes
won the nut-gold chalice,
sweet-earth’s brown sun-blood
sealed in moon’s round vessel.

Earth-Born’s ale-brothers
ate in ancestor’s gaze,
wind’s-whispered wight-blessing
wove the gift to giver’s soul.

Njǫrðr’s himinfuglar
sóttu steinvíðis veizlu,
fjǫrðfjaðra fiskleitarmenn
flugu til folkbaugs gǫfga.

Vág-hallar dróttmenn
unnu hnetgullskálina,
sætjarðar brún sólblóð
var innsiglt í tunglmána ker.

Jǫrðborinna ǫlbrœðr
átu í forföður augum,
vindhvísla vættablessun
vafði gjǫf til gefanda sálar.