Praise be onto thee
Everywhere you are
Father of the gods
Father of the gods

Praise be onto thee
Everywhere you are
Father of the gods
Father of the gods

Those of us who belong to you,
Who have trembled with delicious fear
In your presence,
Now praise your name,
Odin, father of all the gods,
Master of the tree of life.

(Praise be onto thee
Everywhere you are
Father of the gods)

Oh Bestla's son
Borr's son
Born when the worlds had still to be formed,
Born from the first generations
Ensuing from Ymir's horde,
And who, with your brothers,
Have forged a new gods' race,
Going through violence,
Towards wisdom,
Like the comets burning in the sky do
Until they turn off when they arrive on Earth.

In the earth and in the plants, in the streams inside the sun, in the shields the soldiers hold, every hour in our home, in the beer we use to drink, in the works we use to do, in the fights we use to win, for the love we deeply feel

You are called Gangleri,
Nomadic god,
Your home is nowhere and all around the world

Praise be onto thee, father of the gods, ah ah

You are called Sigtyr,
Bright in your glorious battle,
Born to win and possess the world

Praise be onto thee, father of the gods, ah ah

You are called Grimnir,
And Vitky Yggr
In honor of your terrible time spent on the tree.
With many other known names you are called,
Because your several paths are so many.

Everywhere you are, father of the gods, father of the gods

We all praise you,
And we can savour you
In each of your shapes,
And with whatever name we call you
We feel in our spirits your pleasure brewing.

May these words please you, oh god Odin
And may you pour on us
Your terrible grace and your blessing."