Translation of the song lyrics Dronning Ellisiv - Myrkur

Dronning Ellisiv (original)

I austerled Langt mot nord
I Gardarrikets Novgorod
I Gardarrikets Novgorod
Jaroslav var fyrste stor
Jaroslav den fyrste stor
I borgen Almanrik han bor
Av døttre han hadde fem
Ellisiv var en av dem
Dronning Ellisiv hun var
Jaroslav var hennes far
Maken hennes Kong Harald av Norges land
Ellisiv vakker var
Rikets fineste kleder bar
Hun var eldst av søsken fem
Av sin far hun vistes frem
Dyktig og rank, modig til hest
I borghallen alle ble kallet til fest
Beilere bar frem sine bud
Mange ville ha henne til brud
Dronning Ellisiv hun var
Jaroslav var hennes far
Maken hennes Kong Harald av Norges land
Til Novgorod en ferd fra syd
Staselige menn og hester med pryd
Harald av Norge I rustning full
Fra Miklagard kom det kister av gull
Harald Hardråde kongen han ble
Tok Ellisiv til Norge med
Harald henne Dronningnavn gav
Dette likte fyrst Jaroslav
Dronning Ellisiv hun var
Jaroslav var hennes far
Dronning Ellisiv hun var
Jaroslav var hennes far
Maken hennes Kong Harald av Norges land

Dronning Ellisiv (translation)

I rode eastward, far into the northern cold,
To Novgorod, pearl of Gardariki’s hold,
To Novgorod, veiled in Gardariki’s snow,
Where Yaroslav reigned, a prince of stately gold,
Yaroslav—great sovereign—stern and bold.
Within the stone-slung walls of Almanrik he dwelled,
Five daughters, pale as morning, he beheld;
Ellisiv—one blossom in that wintry crown,
Queen Ellisiv she was, her brow unbowed,
Yaroslav’s own blood, of his seed and proud.
Her wedded lord—King Harald, Norway’s land-renowned,
Ellisiv, a swan among the crowd,
Draped in the realm’s richest brocade, unbowed.
She was eldest, first star in her kin’s array,
Her father’s hand raised her into dawn’s bright sway.
Skilled and upright, as if carved from living oak,
In the high-vaulted hall, revelry awoke—
There, suitors brought their gifts in fevered hope,
Many hungered to claim her hand and cope.
Queen Ellisiv she was, her gaze like morning clear,
Yaroslav, her father, proud and near.
Her husband: King Harald, Norway’s frontier.
Toward Novgorod, the journey wound from southern lands,
Majestic men and steeds—jewel-bright bands.
Harald of Norway, sheathed in iron, flame-eyed,
From Miklagard, treasure-laden chests arrived.
Harald Hardrada at last wore the crown,
He bore Ellisiv to Norway’s stony town.
Harald bestowed her the name Queen,
Prince Yaroslav beheld, his pleasure keen.
Queen Ellisiv she was, unshadowed by years,
Yaroslav, her father, strong in ancestral spheres.
Queen Ellisiv she was, sovereign flame,
Yaroslav, her father—eternal name.
Her husband: King Harald, Norway’s acclaim.