Þat mælti mín móðir, at mér skyldi kaupa, fley ok fagrar árar, fara á brott með víkingum.
Standa upp í stafni, stýra dýrum knerri, halda svá til hafnar, hǫggva mann ok annan, hǫggva mann ok annan.

My mother told me, someday I would buy, galley with good oars, sail to distant shores.
Stand up high in the prow, noble barque I steer, steady course for the haven, hew many foe-men, hew many foe-men.