Song for Sif
Her son is the glory
of starlight in winter;
Her daughter the might that wisdom
demands;
Brighter she shines than sheaves
in the sunlight;
Power and holiness flow from her
hands.
Rowan's strength
is Thor's salvation;
Berries red are witches' bale;
Blossoms white give gentle blessing;
Rowan fair will never fail.
Hail to the Lady,
the Light of the summer;
Hail to the Rowan, holy and fair;
Hail to the Goddess who hallows
the harvest,
Beautiful Sif with the sun in her
hair.
Rowan's strength
is Thor's salvation;
Berries red are witches' bale;
Blossoms white give gentle blessing;
Rowan fair will never fail.