The Old Norse Rune Poem

The Old Norse Rune Poem is not the one traditionally used by Asatruar, but I’ve put it up here, for historical purposes, and also because it’s an excellent poem.

Fe
Wealth is a source of discord among kinsmen;
the wolf lives in the forest.

Ur
Dross comes from bad iron;
the reindeer often races over the frozen snow.

Thurs
Giant causes anguish to women;
misfortune makes few men cheerful.

As
Estuary is the way of most journeys;
but a scabbard is of swords.

Reidh
Riding is said to be the worst thing for horses;
Reginn forged the finest sword.

Kaun
Ulcer is fatal to children;
death makes a corpse pale.

Hagall
Hail is the coldest of grain;
Christ created the world of old.

Naudhr
Constraint gives scant choice;
a naked man is chilled by the frost.

Isa
Ice we call the broad bridge;
the blind man must be led.

Ar
Plenty is a boon to men;
I say that Frodi was generous.

Sol
Sun is the light of the world;
I bow to the divine decree.

Tyr
Tyr is a one-handed god;
often has the smith to blow.

Bjarkan
Birch has the greenest leaves of any shrub;
Loki was fortunate in his deceit.

Madhr
Man is an augmentation of the dust;
great is the claw of the hawk.

Logr
A waterfall is a River which falls from a mountain-side; but ornaments are of gold.

Yr
Yew is the greenest of trees in winter;
it is wont to crackle when it burns.