Bitter is the drink | of failure and folly,
much drank before success;
Resolve is the friend | of those who do well,
for no wolf hunts in the den
Rest one must have | in regular time,
if one is to be well;
Even Ratatosk must stop | now and then His chatter
and leave the Eagle in peace
The fool ignores | the lessons of Urð,
spiting wisdom for pride;
No words can reach | whose ears are shut,
nor whose eyes refuse to see
The fool ignores | the lessons of Verðandi,
spiting action for complacence;
No way can be made | by those who stall,
nor whose hands refuse to work
The fool ignores | the lessons of Skuld,
spiting planning for folly;
No path can be lain | by those who are vacant,
nor whose minds refuse to inquire
