Norwegian Rune Poem courtesy of Ragweed Forge
The Norwegian Rune Poem (In Modern English)
Wealth is a source of discord among kinsmen; the wolf lives in the forest.
Dross comes from bad iron; the reindeer often races over the frozen snow.
Giant causes anguish to women; misfortune makes few men cheerful.
Estuary is the way of most journeys; but a scabbard is of swords.
Riding is said to be the worst thing for horses; Reginn forged the finest sword.
Ulcer is fatal to children; death makes a corpse pale.
Hail is the coldest of grain; Christ created the world of old.
Constraint gives scant choice; a naked man is chilled by the frost.
Ice we call the broad bridge; the blind man must be led.
Plenty is a boon to men; I say that Frothi was generous.
Sun is the light of the world; I bow to the divine decree.
Tyr is a one-handed god; often has the smith to blow.
Birch has the greenest leaves of any shrub; Loki was fortunate in his deceit.
Man is an augmentation of the dust; great is the claw of the hawk.
A waterfall is a River which falls from a mountain-side; but ornaments are of gold.
Yew is the greenest of trees in winter; it is wont to crackle when it burns