Faces

Gamla Uppsala

The fair-haired son of Odin's race,

Who fled before fierce Tunne's face,

Has perished by the demon-beast

Who roams the forests of the East.

The hero's breast met the full brunt

Of the wild bull's shaggy front;

The hero's heart's asunder torn

By the fell Jotun's spear-like horn

Saptamana Luminata la Cernica

Le-am prefacut in versuri si-n icoane.
Facui din zdrente muguri si coroane.
Veninul strans l-am preschimbat in miere,
Lasand intreaga dulcea lui putere.
Am luat ocara, si torcand usure
Am pus-o cand sa-mbie cand sa-njure.