Hérna koma nokkrar í viðbót (og það er bannað að gúgla):
Passed from father to son.
From brother to brother.
Yet it is used mostly by others.
It flies without wings.
Drops without fear.
Yet held in your hands.
It will soon disappear.
This engulfing thing is strange indeed.
The more there is the less you see.
Answers the caller without being asked
responds within seconds
and speaks all tongues with equeal ease.
When it comes from sea to shore.
Twenty paces you'll see.
No less, no more.
With a golden eye.
I watch my maker.
The older I grow.
The smaller I get.
You see it in winter.
Never in summer.
And though 'tis light as a feather.
Even the mightiest giant can't hold it for long.
Never resting, never still.
Moving silently from hill to hill.
It does not walk nor run nor trot.
Yet all is cool where it is not.
With this one thing you will have defeated even the mightiest of opponents.
The richest man cannot buy this, yet the poor have it in plenty.
Honourable men will keep this, but only after they have given it.
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