For the eleventh I know, If I have to lead My ancient friends to battle, Under their shields I sing, And with power they go Safe to the fight, Safe from the fight; Safe on every side they go. For the twelfth I know, If on a tree I see A corpse swinging from a halter, I can so rist And in runes depict, That the man shall walk, And with me converse. For the thirteenth I know, If on a young man I sprinkle water,[50] He shall not fall, Though he into battle come: That man shall not sink before swords. For the fourteenth I know, If in the society of men I have to enumerate the gods, Asas and elves, I know the distinctions of all. This few unskilled can do. For the fifteenth I know. What the dwarf of Thodrœrer[51] sang Before Delling’s doors. Strength he sang to the asas, And to the elves prosperity, Wisdom to Hroptatyr (Odin). For the sixteenth I know, If a modest maiden’s favor and affection I desire to possess, The soul I change Of the white-armed damsel, And wholly turn her mind. For seventeenth I know, That that young maiden will Reluctantly avoid me. These songs, Lodfafner, Thou wilt long have lacked; Yet it may be good, if thou understandest them, Profitable if thou learnest them. For the eighteenth I know, That which I never teach To maid or wife of man, (All is better What _one_ only knows: This is the closing of the songs) Save her alone Who clasps me in her arms, Or is my sister. Now are sung the _High One’s_ songs In the High One’s hall, To the sons of men all useful, But useless to the giants’ sons. Hail to him who has sung them! Hail to him who knows them! May he profit who has learnt them! Hall to those who have listened to them! Odin’s sister or wife is, as we have seen, Frigg, the earth, and there is much between heaven and earth of which the wisest men do not even dream, much that the profoundest philosophy is unable to unravel, and this is what Odin never teaches to maid or wife of man.