Translation of the song lyrics Morgunn Í Grárri Vindhjálmars Þoku Við Berufjörð - Árstíðir Lífsins

Morgunn Í Grárri Vindhjálmars Þoku Við Berufjörð (original)

Morgunn í grárri vindhjálmars þoku við Berufjǫrð
Kuldi læðist kringum garða mannanna sem sjást varla á jǫtna vegum;
steingerð lík jǫtnanna
Ávallt berja brims gamngr á strǫndinni ok sundvǫrpir brimi yfir svarta sanda
grunn
Einungis litlir bjarka myrkviðar hringir veita mǫnnum skjól
Annars rísa hallvallar hráleiki ok dǫkkgrænt jarðar hár
Vindrinn fleygir sverð-Njarðar randa blikum sínum inn í fjǫrðinn ok kǫld
vindhǫgg umkringja þorp
Þat gránar, þat gránar
Djúpa, langa skerja foldin vaknar meira ok meira til lífs ok sólin skín í
gegnum líflaus grá skýin
Skýin gráta til jarðar
Rigningin hamrar ok litar daginn gráan í lǫngum, endalaust lǫngum heimi hins
sama
Fyrsta augnablik nýs vetrtals
Kaldir, grábrúnir jǫtnar leggja ilkvisti sína í djúpið af Ymis blóði
Á fótum þeirra finnst eik, nýtt barr
Þat er ekki langt síðan hranna brjótr fylgdi bǫlgum sína leið til veraldar
ískǫldi ok brennisteinshita
Erfiðlega dvelja þar mennirnir enn
Vítt ok breitt finnast fyrstu ísa brots blómin milli hnignunar Marnars barna
Andstæður milli vors ok kaldra orms felli
Ek vakna ok frostna í ofbirtu
Mána systir svo skýr, blekkir ekki burtu kaldan vormorgun, vormorguninn þegar
nýtt líf reis frá móðurinni

Morgunn Í Grárri Vindhjálmars Þoku Við Berufjörð (translation)

The morning in the gray fog of a wind helmet at Berufjǫrð
The cold creeps around the gardens of the people, which are hardly visible on the roads;
petrified corpses of the giants
The surf is always beating on the beach and swimmers are throwing surf over the black sand
base
Only small rings of bright, dark wood provide shelter for people
Otherwise, the rawness of the halls and the dark green hair of the earth rise
The wind flings the sword-Njarðar's stripes into the fjord and it's cold
gusts of wind surround a village
It's graying, it's graying
The deep, long cut folds come more and more to life and the sun shines in
through the lifeless gray clouds
The clouds cry to the ground
The rain hammers down and turns the day gray in the long, endlessly long world of the other
same
The first moment of a new winter
Cold, grey-brown ghouls plunge their fireboughs into the depths of Ymis blood
At their feet is found an oak, a new bough
It's not long ago that a broken glass followed its way to the world
ice cold and sulfur heat
The men still hardly stay there
Wide and wide, the first ice break flowers are found between the decline of Marnar's children
Contrasts between spring and cold worm fall
I wake up and freeze in extreme light
Moon sister so clear, does not deceive away the cold spring morning, the spring morning already
new life arose from the mother