On Frey’s Birth Day

The Day Clouds shed first droplets,
The Day Sun warmed the sky,
The Day Rivers flowed in the rifts,
The Day Mountains rose up high.
The Day God made the valleys,
The Day God filled the seas,
The Day God made the fountains
The Day God grew the trees.
One Day He made the gardens,
One Day He made the souls,
One Day He made birds, fish and deer,
One Day He made us all.
All these Days may hold glory,
All these Days might shine in ray,
But none of these were as beautiful
As the Day was when you born, Frey.