O' Gǫndlir,
Bearer of Wands,
You guide my gaze,
hand raised and held to work Wyrd,
With your guidance,
I pull the strings of fate,
weaving, twisting,
binding together the strands of time.
My galdr is sung in your name,
I harken to your High Seat.
You dance in my vision,
weaving spells and wanderings of my mind,
and to you I hail,
O' Odin, Gangleri.