Hail to Ran, sea-dewlling wife of mighty Aegir,
mother of the nine daughters, of Heaven-Bright
and Bloody-Hair, of Frothing-Wave and Welling-Wave,
of the Cold One and the Pitching One, of Foam-Fleck
and Riser and Billow, all maidens fierce and fair.
Mistess of Hlesey, lady of that bright-lit hall,
hostess most generous, greetings you give to guests
well-traveled, a horn you bear to each who enters
your door. Dark-haired Ran, fearsome beauty, friend and foe
of seafaring folk, safe passage your gift to those
you favor, swift taker of those who sink below.
Hail to Ran, whose hand reaches through the dark sea-depths,
whose hoard of sea-sunk treasure, of shining gold and jewels,
would rival any king's, whose open-hearted welcome
to those within your walls is assured. Hail to Ran!
mother of the nine daughters, of Heaven-Bright
and Bloody-Hair, of Frothing-Wave and Welling-Wave,
of the Cold One and the Pitching One, of Foam-Fleck
and Riser and Billow, all maidens fierce and fair.
Mistess of Hlesey, lady of that bright-lit hall,
hostess most generous, greetings you give to guests
well-traveled, a horn you bear to each who enters
your door. Dark-haired Ran, fearsome beauty, friend and foe
of seafaring folk, safe passage your gift to those
you favor, swift taker of those who sink below.
Hail to Ran, whose hand reaches through the dark sea-depths,
whose hoard of sea-sunk treasure, of shining gold and jewels,
would rival any king's, whose open-hearted welcome
to those within your walls is assured. Hail to Ran!