“Waken, Wala! Wala! Awake!
From lasting sleep, rise and appear at my call.
I call you again: Arise! Arise!
From earth’s hidden caves,
emprisoned in darkness, arise!
Gerda! Gerda! Woman all-wise!
From silence and darkness rise to the world,
With spells I rouse you; rise up and answer.
Your slumbering wisdom I would awake.
All-knowing one! Waken, awaken, O wala! Awaken!”
“Strong is your call; mighty spells have roused me.
From wisdom’s dreams, I rise at your call.
Who has shaken me from my slumber?”
“The Wanderer wakes you; I need your wisdom;
my spells have called you, from caverns of the deep,
on earth I have wandered, far have I roamed;
I searched for wisdom, strove by day and night in search,
No one on earth is wiser than you; you know that which is hid,
In the caves of the night, what hill and valley, air and water hold,
Where life is found, Gerda is.
Where brooding minds behold, you enfold them.
All things, All things,
seeking wisdom and council, I have waken you from slumber.”
“My sleep is dreaming; my dreaming brooding.
My brooding brings all my wisdom.
But while I sleep, the Norns are waking, and winding their cord,
And weaving al that I know:
The Norns can give you answer.”
“They weave for the world, spin what you tell them
but cannot change nought with their weaving,
You are wiser; you can give me council,
if the swift-turning wheel can be stopped.”
“Deeds of men have beclouded my thoughts;
my wisdom itself once felt a conqueror’s force.
A brave daughter I bore to Wotan; at his command
She chose heroes for Walhall.
She is valiant and wise as well:
So why wake me? You will learn the answer
From Erda’s and Wotan’s child.”