En la entrada anterior se habló un poco de esta guerra Ases-Vanes. Para solucionar esta guerra, uno de cada bando escupió dentro de un cántaro, y para no perder esa tregua al separarse, crearon de ahí a Kvasir, tan sabio que nadie podía preguntarle nada que no supiera.
Previously we talk about the Æsir–Vanir War. To solve this war, one god of each side spitted within a pitcher, and, to avoid losing the truce, they created Kvasir so wise that no one could ask him anything that he couldn't answer
Kvasir viajó por el mundo, enseñando a los hombres la ciencia, y al alojarse con dos enanos, Fjalar y Galar, estos le mataron y dejaron correr su sangre en el caldero Ódrörir y los cántaros Són y Bodn. Mezclaron miel con esta sangre, y al dejarlo fermentar se creó la hidromiel, y a la poesía se la llama "sangre de Kvasir" porque se decía que aquel que bebiera la hidromiel se volvería poeta o sabio
Kvasir travelled around the world, showing science to every people, but when he stayed with two dwarfs, Fjalar and Galar, they killed him and they led his blood flow inside the cauldron Ódrörir and the pitchers Són and Bódn. Fjalar and Galar mixed honey with that blood, and when it ferment, the mead was created, and the poetry is called "Kvasir's blood", because it was said that the one who drank the mead would become poet or wise.
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Bragi, dios de la poesía, con su mujer Idunn
Bragi, god of poetry, with his wife Idunn |
