Hail Frey

Thank you Frey for all you gifts you gave me. I singing a Bardit for you.

A Bardit to Freyr the king of the fields:
Let the boars growling back in the summer winds.
What come back to us on sunny days when there is work in the earth.
May the time of oxen, cows and cattle return.
How beautiful the day is in the shade of the big oak tree or the blackbird is always a cheerful whistler.
It is again a time for offerings and prayer. When the land brings new wheat and the charms of a plow have flourished
Nine in the worlds, nine green trees, nine blue stars and nine red roses, nine birdsong, nine are the wise men flying high in the clouds among the crows, nine pink salmon swimmers in the ancient source of the son of Man and nine kings on the hill.
New in the vast world and the crazy round in its timeless race.
Freyr great donor of rain on the fields,
Freyr you who brings peace and fertility,
Freyr lights our life with the hot sun.
Under the oak at dusk, the storyteller gets drunk under the stars, the songs of crickets and the farandoles of moths and fireflies.
When the Fairy buzzes and the glow of the night opens our eyes.
That the stars are blue in the last hours of the mists of Avalon.
So it constantly renews the vital energy in us and in the land of the fields. Rich and virtuous are the maidens who cross the mists between this world and that of dreams.
Nine in the worlds, nine green trees, nine blue stars and nine red roses, nine birdsong, nine are the wise men flying high in the clouds among the crows, nine pink salmon swimmers in the ancient source of the son of Man and nine kings on the hill.
New in the vast world and the crazy round in its timeless race.
The gifts of the king of the fields are precious.
Freyr has abundant harvest and golden hair.
Freyr who carries the sun in his heart.
Freyr has the word of comfort.
How good it is to have the protection of such a gentle being.
That the heart of one who does not know it is dull.
When the horn is empty and the bard has no language to sing or tell his stories.
How sad the meal without feast.
The house which does not welcome any friends is empty.
Nine in the worlds, nine green trees, nine blue stars and nine red roses, nine birdsong, nine are the wise men flying high in the clouds among the crows, nine pink salmon swimmers in the ancient source of the son of Man and nine kings on the hill.
New in the vast world and the crazy round in its timeless race.
By Freyr we are constantly renewing
The vital energy in us is also in the fields.
The glory of the sun's gold, bubbles of wisdom and the foam of joy in a horn full of beer and in the mead of feasts.
And blessing us with fulfilling marriages and relationships.
Thank you Freyr for doing all this work with your hands.
We are always happy and happy.
When the days find their light and our children grow like trees, young and beautiful in the cycle of time.
How good it is to have the protection of such a gentle being.
That the heart of one who does not know it is dull.
When the horn is empty and the bard has no language to sing or tell his stories.
How sad the meal without feast.
The house which does not welcome any friends is empty.
Nine in the worlds, nine green trees, nine blue stars and nine red roses, nine birdsong, nine are the wise men flying high in the clouds among the crows, nine pink salmon swimmers in the ancient source of the son of Man and nine kings on the hill.
New in the vast world and the crazy round in its timeless race.
Freyr thank you for your blessings and all your gifts.

-Eikthyrnir Odinson-

Thank you Frey, for giving me strength and being understanding in this difficult moment of my life

Hail Freyr, Bright One of the Vanir, Harvest King! Thank You Ingvi Freyr,for all the riches that surround me,for the food on my table.
Thank You for nourishing our bodies and our souls.
May Your light shine down on us here in Midgard.
Hail the Mighty Lord of of the Sun Drenched Earth!

Hail Frey