Hail to fair Sif, gentle bride of friend Thor,
mother of brave UllR and comely Trude.
Beautiful you are, your hair of fine gold
a treasure of unsurpassed value and need.
Guardian you are, Sif of the rowan-tree,
staunch protector of home and family.
Kind-hearted you are, life-loving goddess,
peace and plenty your gifts to humankind.
Wise you are, with eyes of a seeress,
all things dark and hidden are clear to you.
Gracious lady, we thank you for your gifts,
the heavy-fruited trees, the fields of grain.
Sif, golden-haired granter of rich harvests,
shining goddess of hearth and kin--Hail Sif!
mother of brave UllR and comely Trude.
Beautiful you are, your hair of fine gold
a treasure of unsurpassed value and need.
Guardian you are, Sif of the rowan-tree,
staunch protector of home and family.
Kind-hearted you are, life-loving goddess,
peace and plenty your gifts to humankind.
Wise you are, with eyes of a seeress,
all things dark and hidden are clear to you.
Gracious lady, we thank you for your gifts,
the heavy-fruited trees, the fields of grain.
Sif, golden-haired granter of rich harvests,
shining goddess of hearth and kin--Hail Sif!