Stanza 77

Original Old Norse:	Auden & Taylor:	Bellows:	Bray:
Deyr fé deyja frændr deyr sjálfr it sama ek veit einn at aldri deyr dómr um dauðan hvern	Cattle die, kindred die, Every man is mortal: But I know one thing that never dies, The glory of the great dead	Cattle die, | and kinsmen die, And so one dies one's self; But a noble name | will never die, If good renown one gets.	Full-stocked folds had the Fatling's sons, who bear now a beggar's staff: brief is wealth, as the winking of an eye, most faithless ever of friends.
Chisholm:	Hollander:	Terry:	Thorpe:
Cattle die and kinsmen die and you yourself shall die. But I know one that never dies that is the doom of each one dead.	Cattle die and kinsmen die, thyself eke soon wilt die; one thing, I wot, will wither never: The doom over each one dead.	Cattle die, kinsmen die, one day you die yourself; I know one thing that never dies -- the dead man's reputation.	Cattle die, kindred die, we ourselves also die; but I know one thing that never dies, - judgement on each one dead.
This verse reiterates the previous one.