...Until three of the Æsir
Assembled there
Strong and benevolent
Came to the sea;
They found on the shore
Two feeble trees
Ask and Embla
With no fixed fate
They had no breath
They had no spirit
Neither warmth nor voice
Nor fine complexion;
Odin gave them breath
Haenir gave them spirit
Lodur gave them warm life and fine complexion
Sorrowed by solitude
And astray – until I met you
Man is man’s joy