Fly leaf Leechdoms - Charm of Protection, (P389)
This is an attempt to add (restore) a Pagan
feel to this lessor known Anglo- Saxon charm.
I fortify
myself in this rune
staff and deliver myself into Wodan's allegiance,
Against the
sore sigh,
Against the sore blow,
Against the
grim horror,
Against the
mickle
terror, which is to everyone loathly,
And against
all the
loathly mischief which into the land may come:
A triumphant charm I chant,
A triumphant staff I bear.
Word victory and work victory:
Let this avail
me,
Let no night mare mar me,
Nor my belly shrink me,
Nor fear come
on me ever for my life,
but may Drychten heal me.
Wodan worthy of all glory, as I have heard, heavens creator
and eke, Frigg, a thousand of the bright elves I call to be a guard to me against all fiends. May they bear me up and
keep me in
peace and protect my life, uphold me altogether, ruling my conduct;
May there be
to me
a hope of glory.
Hand over head:
The hall of Valhalla,
The regions of
the glorious and triumphant, of the truthful wights.
With all
blithe mood I pray, that for me, hand over head:
Dragon be my helmet,
Boar my coat of mail,
A light life's bulwark,
Wayland my sword, sharp and sheer
edged,
Linden my shield, embellished with glory.
Ye Seraphim,
guardians of the ways!
Forth I shall depart,
Friends I
shall meet,
All the glory
of the
ese,
Through the
lore of
Drychten.
Now pray I to the victor for
the mercy of the gods,
For a good
departure,
For a good, mild, and light wind upon those shores,
The winds I know,
the encircling
water,
ever preserved against all enemies.
Friends I
shall meet, that I may dwell in Valhalla, yea, in his peace, protected against the loathsome one, who hunts me for my life, established in the glory of the ese, and in the hand of
the mighty one of Valhalla, while I may live upon
earth.
So mote it be.
And here is the translation
of the original:
A charm or
prayer, P389
I fortify
myself in this rod and deliver myself into
Gods
allegiance, against the sore sigh, against the
sore blow,
against the grim horror, against the mickle
terror, which
is to everyone loathly, and against all the
loathly
mischief which into the land may come: a
triumphant charm
I chant, a triumphant rod I bear,
word victory
and work victory : let this avail me,
let no night
mare mar me, nor my belly swink me,
nor fear come
on me ever for my life: but may the
Almighty heal
me and his Son and the Paraclete Spirit,
Lord worthy of
all glory, as I have heard, heavens
creator.
Abraham and Isaac and such men, Moses and
Jacob, and
David, and Joseph, and Eve, and Hannah
and Elizabeth,
Sarah and eke Mary, mother of Christ,
and also a
thousand of the angels I call to be a guard
to me against
all fiends. May they bear me up and
keep me in
peace and protect my life, uphold me
altogether,
ruling my conduct; may there be to me
a hope of
glory, hand over head, the hall of the
hallows, the regions
of the glorious and triumphant, of
the truthful
angels. With all blithe mood I pray, that
for me, hand
over head, Matthew be helmet, Mark
brynie (coat
of mail), a light lifes bulwark, Luke my sword, sharp
and
sheeredged, John my shield, embellished with glory.
Ye Seraphim,
guardians of the ways ! Forth I shall
depart,
friends I shall meet, all the glory of angels,
through the
lore of the blessed one. Now pray I to
the victor for
Gods mercy, for a good departure, for
a good, mild,
and light wind upon those shores ; the
winds I know,
the encircling water, ever preserved
against all
enemies. Friends I shall meet, that I
may dwell on
the Almightys, yea, in his peace,
protected
against the loathsome one, who hunts me
for my life,
established in the glory of angels, and in
the holy hand
of the mighty one of heaven, while I
may live upon earth. Amen.
