Monday, December 13, 2010

A Harvest Hymn






This is a few months late, but I wanted to show that I haven't been entirely idle. When I have time and fewer distractions, I want to find a way to post sound files of myself singing these hymns to the lyre, which will hopefully give you more of a feeling for them as works of art, rather than works of academic experimentation.


Wî hugiath ûta alde · êdere tîdum

eldiûre mêre, · êdilena rîmar:

wî goda hêrdon · grâtere mechte,

enste gôdere · tô offrerum:

urjetath wî ne · grâtena dêda,

nerendum wî thankiath · fora nêdhelpe.

Kumath mith Hâga · hêrlike Êse,

Êsinna alle · ethele mith Frîa!

Bakkenes brâdes · brêdera hlêva,

biâres brewenes · blîthmôdiges,

bêthera ondfâth · barmhertiga,

langlîvige · lof âk froude!


Herefedre wî singath, · hâgesta âk ferista,

warlde skeppre · âk weifara,

the landa lane · ûrlange geng

tô finda âk ofnima · fîand-handum

wîsdôm urstilen · efter wîch-grithe.

Geng sâ Baluwirza · bivia linda

ekkrum rîpe · Etenalandes,

mêdum brôthres · meda hôderes.

Nigun ther sturvun · in nîthslachta,

wrise thâ warth nû · wimmerelâs;

wimmede nigunfalde · nêta gêres,

mēde sumurlang · jēn mededranke

berge in, of breide · bergade, junge.

Slanga bilîke · smûgede hî binna,

upward hî flâch · ernlîke thana,

mede hî brochte · mêna Êsa;

breide thoch lâvde · bittere târar.

Thû heven-kening · fon hâchêdum siuchst

hwet biskiath elle · and thû skâwast dene;

in ûsere feldum · stath fôder gôd

fora hungerich hars; · kum Hâga tô ûs,

thi lest allra skôva · lêvath wî thî,

wesa walkumen · Wêda hâchsta

âka ik lof jâta · the ût lippum rinnth;

hî môd frîath · hî mênhêde stêrth,

fon thîne medejefte · sē mîn mûth â full!

Jef gôd âr jâ · jefst thû ûs êr

thâ jef thes eft · jêrum efter!


Folde wî singath · feste onstallde

môder gomena · âk môder goda,

full bist thû waxen · fethmes Êses;

thû erthe brâd · âk alberand,

ûseren sang hêr thû · onsiuch ûs hîr

unwrêthe âgum, · enstlike môde!

Jef gôd âr jâ · jefst thû ûs êr

thâ jef thes eft · jêrum efter!


Thunere wî singath · thrûthiga kampa

hwâm mith fîr-wurpna · fioriga hamre

bergiath thâ feld, · bringeth rîpe

geldene âre · gerstakornes,

hwît-berdades · hwêtekornes,

râd-geldenes · roggakornes,

gêt-fêdandes, · god-fêdanes havra,

ellik kornes · allera felda.

Mechtich ist sîn wald · mann tô helpa!

Thuner Ellemechtich · ûsere thankar hêr!

Loviath wî tô himle · hlûden dôm

wîheftiges · Wêdnes suna,

almechtiges · Erthe suna!

Jef gôd âr jâ · jefst thû ûs êr

thâ jef thes eft · jêrum efter!


Inge wî singath · ever-bald kampa,

waldande hêra · weinrîdande,

fretho thû bringst · froude mith and hêle

skiprîdere · âk skôfberand

the wela bringeth gôd, · walnissa alle,

rîza and sunde, · rein hâlsumen.

Under thînre walde · waxe thâ feld,

korn wal grôwe, · thet kind ekkra!

Under thînre walde · waxe swêga,

hrîtherfiâ grôwe · hôvedes kennes!

Under thînre walde · waxe thet folk,

wer-kind âk wîf-kind · wammum ûtberne,

megar and megitha, · mann uppa erthe,

thrûthige liôde, · thiâd ûrmechtich!

Jef gôd âr jâ · jefst thû ûs êr

thâ jef thes eft · jêrum efter!


Hrôpath wî ji hâga · hêrlika, ethela,

hêrath âk siath ûs, · hugiath wî ji âmmêr,

enst wî biâdath · edilena goda,

jerne wî offrath · grâtum êsum!


Translation:

We remember out of old, early times

very precious tales, ancestors' tales:

we heard of the gods' great might,

of good favor to sacrificers:

we do not forget the great ones' deeds,

we thank the saving ones for help in need.

Come with the High One, lordly gods,

all noble (beautiful) goddesses with Frige!

Of broad loaves of baked bread,

of blithe-mooded brewed beer,

receive both Gracious Ones,

long-living praise and joy!


To Army-father we sing, highest and first,

world's maker and wayfarer

who walked the over-long road of lands

to find and take from enemy hands

wisdom stolen after battle-truce.

The shaker of shields walked as Bale-Worker

to the ripe acres of the land of giants,

to the meadows of the mead-warden's brother.

Nine died there in hate-slaughter,

the giant then became reaper-less;

nine-fold reaped the user of the spear,

a summer-long payment for a mead-drink

in the mountain, guarded by a young bride.

Like a snake he crept therein,

upward he flew, eagle-like, from there,

mead he brought to the gathering of gods;

though he left behind bitter tears for the bride.

Thou heaven-king, from the heights thou seest

all that happens when thou lookest down;

in our fields stands good fodder

for a hungry horse; come High One to us,

the last of all sheaves we leave to thee,

be welcome, highest Wóden

as I pour praise that runs out of lips;

he frees the mind, he destroys falsehood,

may my mouth be ever full of thy mead-gift!

If ever before thou gavest us good harvest

then give thus again in years after!


To Earth we sing, firmly placed

mother of men and mother of gods,

full art thou grown of a god's embrace;

thou broad and all-bearing earth,

hear thou our song, look upon us here

(with) unwroth eyes, favorable mood!

If ever before thou gavest us good harvest

then give thus again in years after!


To Thuner we sing, powerful fighter

whom with far-thrown, fiery hammer

protects the fields, brings the ripe

golden ears of barley-corn,

of white-bearded wheat-corn,

of red-golden rye-corn,

of goat-feeding, god-feeding oats,

every corn of all fields.

Mighty is his power to help men!

Thunor Almighty, hear our thanks!

We praise to heaven the loud fame

of the hallowed son of Wóden,

of the almighty son of Earth!

If ever before thou gavest us good harvest

then give thus again in years after!


To Ing we sing, boar-bold fighter,

ruling lord, wagon-riding,

thou bringest frith with joy and hail,

ship-rider and sheaf-bearing

who brings good wealth, all of wellnesses,

riches and health, wholesome rain.

Under thy power may the fields wax,

grain grow well, the child of fields!

Under thy power may the herds wax,

cattle grow of the hoofed kin!

Under thy power may the folk grow,

man-child and woman-child born out of wombs,

youths and maidens, men upon the earth,

a powerful people, a greatly mighty tribe!

If ever before thou gavest us good harvest

then give thus again in years after!


We call you high ones, lordly ones, noble ones,

hear and see us, we remember you always,

we wish for good favor of ancestors' gods,

eagerly we sacrifice to the great gods!


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