"Wounded I hung on a windswept gallows
For nine long night,
Pierced by a spear, pledged to Odin,
Offered myself to myself.
The wisest know not from whence spring
The roots of that ancient rood (Tree)
They gave me no bread,
They gave me no mead,
I looked down;
with a loud cry I took up the Runes,
From that tree I fell."
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