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Translation:

They travelled valiantly 
Far for gold 
And in the east 
Gave food to the eagle 
They died in the south 
In Serkland 

I sailed away 
With the westerly wind in my back 
With men and kettle 
I felt safe 

We have travelled far 
On water, on land 
When faraway now approaching 
I miss my shore 

Through valley over moore 
We sail the eastern way 
Through storms so hard 
We are closing in to Miklagard 

He knows alone who has wandered wide, 
And far has fared on the way, 
What manner of mind a man doth own 
Who is wise of head and heart