Hail to merry Aegir, best of brewers
whose ale and mead flows ever freely,
whose open hand and hearty good cheer
make welcome the guest and the traveler.
In your gold-lit hall the gods take their ease,
as the fine ale pours itself into each horn.
Aegir, the dark depths of the sea are yours,
and the wild waves frothing far above,
your nine fair daughters, each a treasure,
each a sailor’s dream. Hail to Aegir!
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Hail to merry Aegir, best of brewers
Hail to Aegir, best of brewers, best of hosts!
Deep-dwelling husband of fearsome, beautiful Ran;
father of the nine daughters, nine fair maids whose dance
and play set ships to roll upon the sea. Aegir,
your generosity and openheartedness
are known to all, your great and spacious hall
often filled with fond friends, with noble company.
We know you in fragrant hops and thick, sweet malt;
in a welcoming horn of mead or ale, offered
to any who pass through the door; in a warm hearth-fire;
in tables weighed down with meat and bread, enough for all;
in guest-beds piled thick with quilts and soft pillows;
in tales told long into the night, in the laughter
of companions old and new, in comfort and in frith.
Hail the host of gods, the god of hosts! Hail Aegir!
Hail to Aegir, master of the dark sea depths,
father of the nine daughters, companion of Ran,
brewer of the finest ale, maker of sweet mead,
most generous of hosts, we honor you this day.
Here we stand each year, gathered together,
long journeys behind us, longer still ahead,
to meet with friends old and new, to share food and drink,
to reminisce and to make new memories,
to blot and to sumbel, to greet the gods together,
at this time, in this place, with these folk. Hail Aegir!
Hail to Odin, ruthless seeker of wisdom,
far-seeing persuader, bender of what will be.
Hail to Frigga, exacting mistress of the home,
seeress and spinner whose gifts weave through our lives.
Hail to Thor, strong-armed defender of Midgard,
red-bearded rain-bringer, faithful friend of mankind.
Hail to Sif, golden-haired goddess, dear wife of Thor,
treasure of the gods, bringer of life to the cold earth.
Hail to Frey, giver of wealth of gold and grain alike,
of peace and protection, of joy and of pleasure.
Hail to Freya, who stirs sweet desire and keen-edged strife,
seeress, sorceress, strong-willed holder of war-dead.
Hail to Tyr, one-armed granter of justice deserved,
Thing-warder, wolf-binder, strong-minded foe of chaos.
Hail to Skadhi, sharp-minded huntress, winter’s maid,
bow-woman, vengeance-seeker, shining bride of Njord.
Hail to Ullr, snowshoe god, friend of hunters,
unsurpassed, glory of the gods.
Hail to Eir, soft-handed healer, gentle goddess
whose touch brings relief from ills of all kinds.
Hail to Heimdall, constant guardian of bright Bifrost,
keen-eyed giver of clear thought, father of men.
Hail to Nerthus, ancient and unfathomable,
holder of the black earth and of the seeds within.
Hail to Njord, fair-footed husband of fierce Skadhi,
friend of sailors, seacoast-dweller, giver of wealth.
Hail to Bragi, foremost of skalds, rune-tongued master
of inspiration’s fire, of wordcraft’s labor.
Hail to Idunna, keeper of the treasured fruit
of youth and vigor, radiant renewer of life.
Hail to Forseti, law-giver and law-keeper,
arbiter, peacemaker, mender of fences.
Hail to Hella, host of our beloved dead,
inevitable one to whom we all will go
Hail to Aegir, best of brewers, best of hosts,
master of the dark sea depths and all they hold.
Hail to Ran, ocean-queen, keeper of Aegir’s hall,
stirrer of storms, both bane and reprieve of ships at sea.
Hail to Balder, brightest son of farseeing Odin,
final hope of the gods, final hope of all the worlds.
Hail to Nanna, bold-hearted bride of Balder,
strong one, true one, holding fast to hearth and heart.
Hail to Jord, deep-souled mother of red-bearded Thor,
enduring holder of breath and blood, sea and stone.