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For Freyr

Make whole my heart that you I might know,
And in the strength of our kin bond myself find
As fertile as the fields which to your glory grow.

  Life is long, and wisdom comes too slow
Too often we're left with but its dregs and rinds.
Make whole my heart, then, that you I might know.

  For if wisdom is the answer, your wisdom is my goal
Lord of all that's green and supple shining
As fertile as the fields which to your glory grow.

All that lives, lives bright before you to bow
God of my heart, my loins, for whom I yearning pine
Make whole my heart that you I might know.

Words alone my troth and oath cannot show
How in knowing you my life I've lately come to find
As fertile as the fields which to your glory grow.

In Vanaheim, in fair Alfheim your praises glow
Like stars scattered soft through shades of night
Make whole my heart that you I might know,
As fertile as the fields which to your glory grow.