Hail to Frigga, mistress of the home and those within,
beloved lady of the hall, kind-hearted goddess
whose cool hand smooths the brow of the fevered child,
who comforts women in their travail, who grants
the gift of harmony and order to the house.
Friend of mothers who shares our joys and sorrows,
shield of the family, Frigga, I call to you.
Hail to mindful Saga, merry-hearted goddess,
wise and knowing mistress of deep-seated Sokkvabekk
teller of tales, drinker of strong ale and sweet mead,
granter of honeyed songs and well-spoken hails,
granter of eloquence, builder of discourse,
friend of the poet, the rhymer, the bard. Saga
of the pen, Saga of the word, I call to you.
Hail to Eir, best of physicians, best of nurses,
merciful goddess, healer of the wounded,
the feeble and the frail. Eir who sits upon
the healing hill, Eir who shelters the needy,
savior of the sick, maker of salves and healthful
remedies, with your soft voice and gentle touch
we soon grow whole and hale. Bright Eir, I call to you.
Hail to fair-haired Gefjon, goddess of the furrow,
wise one, knowing one, goddess who sees the ways
of Wyrd, for all the use that is to any being,
clever goddess who gladly fooled King Gylfi
and took the best of the old Dane’s land. Mother
of strong sons you are, and yet a maid beside,
and care of maids is yours. Gefjon, I call to you.
Hail to Fulla of the flowing hair, dear sister
of noble Frigga who holds close the ashen chest
of Asgard’s queen, who holds close her dearest secrets.
Singer of charms, granter of abundance, Fulla
who carries words of import and discretion,
Fulla who runs with swift and silent feet, who speaks
with Frigga’s voice. Clever Fulla, I call to you.
Hail to kind-hearted Sjofn, who of love knows much,
who knows of hearts opened and souls merged, who knows
of the bond of affection on which family
is built, who knows of the devotion that holds
lovers together through good times and bad. Sjofn,
maker of matches, easer of the work of love,
granter of happiness. Sjofn, I call to you.
Hail to brave Lofn, whose spirit mild yet resolute
makes clear the road to love when trouble or obstruction
has barred the way, when fear or spite has denied it.
Gentle Lofn, untangler of knots, remover
of hindrances and snags, with steady step you lead
sweethearts and lovers into blessed marriage,
you stand against the foes of love. Lofn, I call to you.
Hail to Var the oath-keeper, whose name we give
to those weighty words we offer to the well,
whose blessings come to those who are true to their word,
whose vengeance falls on those who break that sacred bond.
Var, friend of the faithful, who hears all promises,
who stands behind all pledges, who guides us
toward honesty and honor. Var, I call to you.
Hail to wise and knowing Vor, careful goddess,
ever watchful, ever wary, ever seeking
the truth of all things. Cunning goddess, clear-eyed one
who sees what is, from whom no secret can be kept,
who understands the silences between our words,
Vor who knows much of intent and of action,
our hearts are open to your gaze. Vor, I call to you.
Hail to mighty Syn, guardian of the great gate
of Frigga’s hall, heedful one who bars the door
against all ill, all wickedness, who forbids
the scoundrel and the wrongdoer from entry.
Keen-eyed Syn who knows the good man from the evil,
vigilant goddess who foils the wretch who would win
by means of treachery and lies. Syn, I call to you.
Hail to kind-hearted Hlin, friend of wise Frigga
whose work in the world you do, Hlin whose forewarnings
have saved many a man from defeat and despair.
The chosen of Frigg you ward from all harm, goddess;
you are the refuge of the weak, the champion
of the fearful, the protector of those who cannot
fight and those who cannot flee. Hlin, I call to you.
Hail to Snotra, wisest of the Asynjur,
wise in the ways of the worlds you are, wise too
in the ways of men; you know of custom
and of courtesy, you know the words that open
any door, you know the manner that pleases
kings and princes. Mistress of rhetoric, mistress
of protocol, honey-tongued Snotra, I call to you.
Hail to Gna, goddess of swift journeys, mistress
of nimble-footed Hofvarpnir who rides the winds
and the waves through all the worlds. Herald of Frigga,
you bear the gifts of Asgard’s queen to all who find
her favor, her words you carry with all care,
fleet-flying through storm clouds, touching the tallest trees
you make your way. Bold and fearless Gna, I call to you.