Listen all here who gather
As we speak of a bold youth.
you may know Gold-haired Tryggve
Stefnisson ‘neath Austri’s skies.
Sapling-tall the ankle-biter
In his boyhood made great noise.
The lad lived by the whale road.
Northern kiss was good-night song.
There he learned tales of people,
sang the songs to keep the past
slept beneath winter’s blanket,
thawed his tongue beside the fire.
Boy was blessed with Bragi’s gift.
For his art singing stories
Grace him with Golden Kinder
Ring-red child of uncut thread
Sing your songs to chester’s folk.
May your years mount many tales.
Heed you now the ring-rich givers
Silver wolf howls his honor
Brennan bold Imperator,
Tale teller of his own right,
Blends with bright Caoilfhionn’s voice
Our tune-true Imperatrix.
Thanes and jarls do them homage.
Skalds and scops sing their sagas.
Tournament of Lady Roses
Marked the day in Haust-mánuðr*
Tuttugu numbered the day.
Bergantal bore this bounty
forty-nine years past the Founding.
by our hands signed eternal
The Golden Kinder is an Eastern youth award recognizing efforts in the Arts and Sciences
· Haust-mánuðr (Harvest/autumn month/September) “huast man-uther”
* Tuttugu is “twenty” in old Norse
Austri is the dwarf who holds up the Eastern sky