91. Clear now will I speak, | for I know them both,
Men false to women are found;
When fairest we speak, | then falsest we think,
Against wisdom we work with deceit.
92. Soft words shall he speak | and wealth shall he offer
Who longs for a maiden's love,
And the beauty praise | of the maiden bright;
He wins whose wooing is best.
93. Fault for loving | let no man find
Ever with any other;
Oft the wise are fettered, | where fools go free,
By beauty that breeds desire.
94. Fault with another | let no man find
For what touches many a man;
Wise men oft | into witless fools
Are made by mighty love.
95. The head alone knows | what dwells near the heart,
A man knows his mind alone;
No sickness is worse | to one who is wise
Than to lack the longed-for joy.
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91. Bert ek nú mćli, ţví at ek bćđi veit,
brigđr er karla hugr konum;
ţá vér fegrst mćlum, er vér flást hyggjum:
ţat tćlir horska hugi.
92. Fagrt skal mćla ok fé bjóđa,
sá er vill fljóđs ást fá,
líki leyfa ins ljósa mans,
sá fćr, er fríar.
93. Ástar firna skyli engi mađr
annan aldregi;
oft fá á horskan, er á heimskan né fá,
lostfagrir litir.
94. Eyvitar firna er mađr annan skal,
ţess er um margan gengr guma;
heimska ór horskum gerir hölđa sonu
sá inn máttki munr.
95. Hugr einn ţat veit, er býr hjarta nćr,
einn er hann sér of sefa;
öng er sótt verri hveim snotrum manni
en sér engu at una.
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