In memory of Vämod stand [bad word] But Varin wrote them, to his son
This I tell second to nine
generations ago lost hid life
with the Reidgoths, and he died
with them, because of offences
Tjodrik the bold
king of [bad word] over Reid-sea shores

Now he sits armed on his Gothic horse
shield strapped, prince of Märings
That I tell the twelfth where the horse of Gunn
sees food on the battlefield
This I tell the thirteenth, which
twenty kings sat on Själland for four
winters, with four names
born to four brothers

Five Valkes, sons of Radulf
Five Reidulfs, sons [bad word] Five Haisls, sons of Hord
Five Gunnmunds, sons of Björn