Åsmund kastad kufta blåTok på ein fillutte flangi(Han) totte kufta var hoste godI trollehender at gange
Som han kom i den fystehallenDer så underleg voriDukane var utor blodi dregneOg ormane spelad etter bordi
Som han kom i den andrehallenHan var i så mykin vådeGanne-kerid på golvi stodOg trolli ivi ded råde
Som han kom i den tredje hallenDer mone han bedre likeDer var vene sengir upreiddeOg breidde med silki kvite
Åsmund trew his blue jacketPut on a ragged coat(He) Thougt the jacket was too fineTo end up in troll hands
Such he came in the first hallThere was so strangeThe tablecloths were dragged trough bloodAnd the serpents were playing at the tables
Then he came into the second hallHe was in great dangerGanne-kerid1 stood on the floorAnd the troll ruled over it
Such he came into the third hallThere he could like it betterThere were nice beds doneCovered in white silk