Hail Skadhi, keen-witted daughter of Thiazi!
Steel-eyed goddess, fair-browed etin-bride,
bow-woman who strikes swiftly, surely,
with power and precision. Mountain-woman,
friend of wolves, whose distant howls bring comfort
and solace, who joined with the Aesir
not from need but from desire, for always
could bright Skadhi stand alone and prevail.
Peerless woman, strong of bow-arm, swift of shaft,
of worth and honor you know much. Hail Skadhi!
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Hail Skadhi, keen-witted daughter of Thiazi!
Hail to Skadhi, fair child of old Thiazi,
mountain-woman, bride of sea-dwelling Njord.
Skadhi of the snows, of a cold so keen
it sears the throat, of hard winds that drive
the stinging sleet against our faces,
of warm breath hanging in clouds before us.
Grant us firm footing on slick black ice.
Grant us safe journeys through winter’s gales.
Grant us eyes to see your season’s beauty.
Hail to Skadhi, ever-present goddess!
Hail to fair Skadhi, bright etin-bride,
wolf-friend, mountain-woman, foe of chaos
who set the snake above the son of Laufey,
strong-willed and strong-hearted, self-sufficient
one who knows more than any the value
of community, the strength of family.
Skadhi, distant love of fair-footed Njord,
faithful daughter, your father looks down
upon you each night from the starry sky.
Skadhi, goddess of the snows, we hail you!
Hail to Skadhi, fair daughter of Thiazi,
strong-willed battle-maiden, bright bride of Njord,
mistress of Thrudheim, mountain-dwelling goddess,
warrior, huntress, unrivaled bow-woman.
Skadhi, in the northern lands we see you
always–even in the heat of summer
you never leave us, remaining always
in shadowy forests, in cold mountain streams,
in clear, cold nights, stars shining bright as jewels.
When the days grow bitter cold as well;
when the trees become brilliant with color,
their hues deceptively warm; when thoughts turn
to storing food, to gathering fuel,
to the fevered hunt to come–then, Skadhi,
do we know your strength in true, do we feel
your full force, do we enter your realm
of ashen frosts and shrill winds, of slick-iced paths
and waist-deep banks of snow, of long dark nights
by the fire, brutal storms raging and moaning
against the door. Skadhi, blood of giants,
child of discord, the choice to go within
the gates, to seize the world of order,
was given you. Weregild you took,
as fitting, as right; a husband you took,
joining with the clan of gods, with Asgard.
Goddess of our lands, goddess of our hearts,
we call to you! Hail to skillful Skadhi!
Hail to Skadhi, shining bride of gods,
seeker of vengeance, taker of weregild,
taker of what is rightfully yours.
Mountain-dwelling goddess, through thick snow
you make your way, quickly and cleanly
by snowshoe or ski, bow in hand,
ever watchful, ever wary.
Skadhi, of winter’s ways you know much;
share with us your wit and vigilance,
your flawless aim, your endless vigor.
Watch over us when the winds are keen,
when the snows blow heavy and white,
when the roads grow slick and treacherous.
Brilliant Skadhi, guide our hands, our eyes,
our every step. Hail to fair Skadhi!
Hail to Skadhi, fair bride of gods! Shining Skadhi,
strong is your sword-arm, deadly your blade. Thiazi’s child,
vengeance-seeker, bold of spirit, clear of mind,
taker of weregild, woman of worth. Brave Skadhi,
keen-eyed huntress, your arrows swift, your aim unerring,
guide us in our hunting. Steady our hands, goddess,
quiet our footsteps, open our eyes. Winter’s maid,
snowshoe goddess, surefooted on slick black ice,
ward us on our travels, keep us safe from storms.
In bitter cold, in knife-sharp winds, we feel your touch;
in bare trees sheathed in gleaming ice, in snows so white
they burn our eyes, we see your beauty. Hail Skadhi!
Hail to Skadhi, snow-shoe goddess, child of Thiazi,
seeker of vengeance, claimer of weregild, etin-bride,
in winter we know you in crisp-crusted snow,
in slick black ice, in knife-sharp winds, in bone-deep cold.
In summer we know you still in cold cloudless nights,
in close-grown woods, in shadowed clearings thick with moss,
in bright wild eyes flashing from the dark roadside.
Skadhi, wife of great Njord, companion of UllR,
brave huntsman with whom you share the wilderness,
kinswoman of shining Gerd, whose beauty compelled
the love of noble Frey. Skadhi, northern goddess,
wolf-friend, mountain-dweller, clear-minded one: Hail Skadhi!
Skadhi, challenger of the gods, bright bride of Njord,
we welcome you. As green leaves turn brilliant in hue;
as each step grinds them, crisp and dead, into the earth;
as keen-edged winds tear at us, heralding your return.
Grant us safe travels through your season, O Skadhi,
keep our footing firm, our path straight on slick-smooth ice.
Grant us good hunting this year, shining bow-woman;
grant us sharp eyes and steady hands. Hail to Skadhi!
Skadhi, clear-eyed huntress and bow-woman;
Thjazi’s daughter, battle-maid avenging
with flashing sword his death; acceptor
of weregild; courageous and beautiful
bride of brave Njord, sea-god and shore-dweller
whose hall you left for the peaks of Thrymheim.
Dear to you are the howls of wolves, Skadhi,
dark lady who brings the snows of winter;
the fiercest storms and deadly ice are yours.
Guide our arrows to their goal, shining one,
keep us safe in our winter travels.
Skadhi, winter’s woman, we welcome you.
Soon cold winds will blow, soon snows will fall here.
Soon our land becomes yours, snowshoe-maiden.
Yours the beauty of pines hanging heavy,
yours the bright jewels of ice on bare trees,
yours the bright days when the sun hits white drifts,
yours the chill nights when together wolves sing.
Hail to Skadhi! Hail to winter’s maid!