Torsteins Kvaedi
TYR Lyrics

Vilja tit lýða og ljóð geva mær, eg bróti av bragdartátti
I ask you people to listen and give me poetry, I break off from my boasting

Kongur ráddi for Nøríki, hann tógva synir átti
The king ruled over the kingdom, he had two sons

Rennur og rennur foli mín
My horse runs and runs

Grønari grund og vín bar reyða lund
Greener ground and wine brought a red grove

Stíg at dansa stund
Step to dance time

Kátur leikar foli mín
My horse plays merrily

Á grønari grund
On greener ground

Átt hevur hann sær tógva synir, báðar kann eg væl nevna
He has two sons, I can mention them both well

Magnus og hann Torstein jall, teir kunna væl dreingjum stevna
Magnus and Torstein are both skilled at urging on young men

Jallurin gongur for kongin inn og sigur honum frá
The chieftain goes in to the king and tells him

Nú er Torstein, sonur tín, kvittaður londum frá
Now your son Torstein has paid off his debts

Um hann vil av ríkinum fara, eingin skal honum banna
If he wants to leave the kingdom, no one shall stop him

Hann kann ei síni forløg flý, sjálvur má hann tað sanna
He cannot escape his destiny, he must prove it himself

Tað lovaði eg bæði faðir og móðir, tá eg í vøggu lá
I was promised by both father and mother when I lay in the cradle

Eg skyldi ei ræðast tann heita eld, ei heldur tað hvassa stál
I would not speak of the hot fire or even the sharp steel

Vargurin liggur í vetrarmjøll, staddur í stórari neyð
The wolf lies in winter snow, in great distress

So er tann maður, í víggi stendur, næstan tolir deyð
So is the man who stands in battle, almost taking death

Frúgvin var bæði studd og leidd, inn í sín faðirs veldi
The lady was both supported and led into her father's power

Ljómin skein av akslagrein, tað skyggir av tignareldi
The light shone from the branch of the oak tree, it casts the shadow of the noble fire

Nú er hetta kvæðið endað, tað man góðum gegna
Now this poem is over, it will be received well

Torstein tók við ríkjunum baðum so við hvøru tegna
Torstein took over both kingdoms with each hand

Gevið ljóðið og lýði á
Give me poetry and listen

Fátt er um at røða
There is little to say

Bóndin fyrstur heimin bygdi
The first farmer built the world

Harum vil eg kvøða
This is what I want to sing about

Vítt um vegir gyltnir hjálmar syngja
Far and wide, golden helmets sing

Stíga á sínar hestar teir springa
They mount their horses and they spring

Hoyrast kundi langen veg sum teirra sporar ringja
You could hear the sound of their tracks ringing for miles

Frændir teir á skógin ríða
Their kinsman ride through the forest

Við so góðum treysti
With such great trust

Sóu brenna heitan eld
They see a hot fire burning

Og hartil fagrar kostir
And beautiful women beside it