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The father of the sea-thread [Loki] set about urging the feller of the life-net of the gods of the flight-ledges [Þórr] to leave home. Loptr [Loki] was a mighty liar. The deceitful mind-tester of the war-thunder's Gautr [Loki] declared that green paths led towards Geirröðr's wall-horse [house].

The brave Þórr did not need to be asked often by the vulture-path [Loki] to make the journey; they were eager to oppress Þorn's descendants [giants], when the tamer of Gandvík's girdle [Þórr], mightier than the Scots of Iði's dwelling [giants], again set forth from Þriði's [Odin's] towards Ymsi's kindred [giants].

Rögnir of the battle [Þjálfi] was quicker to join the swift mover of armies [Þórr] on the expedition than the perjurious burden of the arms of the hapt of sorcery [Loki]. I recite Grímnir's lip-streams [poetry]. The maiden-betrayer of the halls of the shrill-crier [Þórr] stretched the palms of his soles onto Endill's moor [ocean].

And the battle-Vanir [warriors] walked, until the prime diminisher of the maidens of the enemy of the Fríðr of the heaven-shield [Þórr] reached Gangr's blood [ocean], when the agile, quick-tempered averter of Loki's mischief [Þórr] wished to oppose the bride of the sedge-buck's kinsmen [giantess].

And the honour-decreaser of the Nanna of the pommel of the sea [Þórr] crossed on foot the icy, swollen streams, which tumble around the lynx's ocean [earth]. The furious scatterer of the scree-villain [Þórr] made fast progress over the broad way of the stick-path [ocean], where mighty streams spewed poison.

There they pushed shooting-serpents [spears] into the net-forest [ocean] against the loud wind of the forest [ocean-current]. The slippery, round bones [pebbles] did not sleep. The banging files [spears] jangled against the pebbles, while the mountains' falling-roar [cascade] rushed, beaten by an ice-storm, along Feðja's anvil.

The promoter of the whetstone-land [warrior] let the mightily-swollen ones [waves] fall over him. The man, who benefited from the girdle of might [Þjálfi], knew no better course of action. The diminisher of Mörn's children [Þórr] threatened that his power would grow unto the hall's roof [heaven], unless the gushing-blood of Þorn's neck [ocean] would diminish.

The glorious, battle-wise warriors, oath-sworn vikings of Gauti's dwelling, waded hard, while the sword-fen [ocean] flowed. The wave of the earth's snow-dune [ocean], blown by the tempest, rushed forcefully at the increaser of the distress of the room-dwellers of the land of the ridge [Þórr],

until Þjálfi, accompanying the friend of men [Þórr], flew into the air of his own accord onto the sky-lord's shield-strap - that was a great feat of strength! The widows of the Mímir of mischief [waves] caused a violent stream, strident with steel. Gríðr's toppler [Þórr] carried the battle-tree [Þjálfi] across the bumpy land of the porpoise [ocean].

The deep-acorns of hostility [hearts] of the men, who firmly oppose disgrace, did not miss a beat at the surge of the current of Glammi's haunt [ocean]. The brave son of the isthmus [Þórr] was not threatened by the terror of fjord-trees [ocean] (?) Þórr's valour-stone [heart] did not tremble from fear, and neither did Þjálfi's.

A flock of the cliff-foes of the shield of the ever-burning fire [giants] made a din of the sword's board [battle] against the tighteners of Gleipnir [the Æsir], before the crossers of the deep, the destroyers of the nation of the sea-shore [Þórr & Þjálfi], were able to conduct the bowl-play of the hair-parting of Héðinn [battle] against the kin-Briton of the cave [Geirröðr].

The skerry-nation of the cold wave of the foe-Sweden [giants] fled, and hurried into their sanctuary, accompanied by the crusher of the ness-people [Þórr]. The Danes of the flood-rib of the outlying sanctuary [giants] admitted defeat, when the kinsmen of Jólnir's fire-shaker [warriors] stood resolutely.

When the warriors, endowed with minds of valour, entered the house of Þorn [cave], there was a great din among the Cymry of the cave of the circular wall [giants]. The peace-reluctant slayer of the reindeer of the Lister of the peak [Þórr] was put in a fix there, on the dire, grim hat of the giantess [chair].

They forced the high heaven of the flame of the brow-moon [Þórr's head] against the rafters of the (rock-)hall [cave], and were crushed against the rocks of the plain (of the rock-hall) [floor]. The hull-controller of the hovering chariot of the thunder-storm [Þórr] broke the ancient keel of the laughter-ship [backbone] of both cave-maidens [giantesses].

Earth's son [Þórr] taught an unusual lesson [or: seldom spoke], but the men of the lair of the land of the fjord-apple [giants] did not cease their ale-feast. The frightener of the elm-cord [warrior], Suðri's kinsman [Geirröðr], with tongs thrust a morsel, cooked in the forge [a glowing piece of iron], at the mouth of Óðinn's grief-thief [Þórr].

The oppressor of the kinfolk of evening-running women [Þórr] opened wide the mouth of his arm [hand] at the heavy, red morsel of the tongs' seaweed [the glowing piece of iron],

and thus the swift hastener of battle, Þröng's old friend [Þórr], greedily drank the raised drink of the molten lump in the air with the swift mouths of his hands [caught it in his grasp], when the hissing cinder took flight from the hostile breast of the grip [palm] of the ardent lover of Hrímnir's maiden [giant] towards the one who strongly misses Þrúðr [Þórr].

The hall of Þrasir [cave] shook, when Heiðrekr's [Geirröðr's] broad head was brought underneath the ancient leg of the wall of the floor-bear [pillar]. The splendid step-father of Ullr [Þórr] struck the harmful brooch [the iron-bolt] with great force down through the middle of the girdle of the villain of the tooth of the way of the fishing-line [giant].

The furious one [Þórr] slaughtered the descendants of Glaumr [giants] with his bloody hammer. The slayer of the frequent visitor of the hall of the stone-goddess [Þórr] was victorious. Lack of (Þjálfi's) support did not hamper the pole of the bow [warrior], god of the chariot [Þórr], who inflicted grief upon the giant's bench-mates [giants].

The worshipped Hel-striker [Þórr], with the Elf [Þjálfi], slew the wood-calves of the subterranean refuge from Elf-World's gleam [giants] with the easy-crusher [Mjölnir]. The Rogalanders of the Lister of the falcon-lair [giants] were unable to harm the firmly supportive shortener of the lifespan of the men of the rock-king [Þjálfi].