Hail to you Hœnir, Marsh Lord, swift as thought,
keeper of secrets, God who gifted our ancestors
with cognition and the precious wisdom
that comes of quiet deliberation,
O King of the Vanir and travel-companion of Óðinn,
protector of Mímir’s head and master of many
types of divination, may you be hailed and always welcome
at the feast, Hœnir, long-legged brother of Loðurr.