Flee'th from embraces,
But the sea-bride yieldeth
Met with shining gold."

Now with threatenings new
Falls the frozen storm,
Rends his sail in two,
Snaps the brittle arm.

O'er Ellide's side prevailing
Entering rolls the mountain wave,
Men of giant strength are bailing,
'Gainst, the sea make battle brave.
Fridthjof cannot fail discerning
That he carries death on board;
Then above the billows storming
Rises his commanding word.

"Bjorn, attend the rudder,
Grip it with a bear's paw;
Valhal's holy powers
Never sent such storm.

Goblins rule the voyage;
Coward Helge chanted
Safety o'er the waters;
I will up and see."

Like a bird he flew
Up the icy spar,