Stanza 78

Original Old Norse:	Auden & Taylor:	Bellows:	Bray:
Fullar grindr sá ek fyr Fitjungs sonum nú bera þeir vánarvöl svá er auðr sem augabragð hann er valtastr vina	Fields and flocks had Fitjung's sons, Who now carry begging bowls: Wealth may vanish in the wink of an eye, Gold is the falsest of friends.	Cattle die, | and kinsmen die, And so one dies one's self; One thing now | that never dies, The fame of a dead man's deeds.	If haply a fool should find for himself wealth or a woman's love, pride waxes in him but wisdom never and onward he fares in his folly.
Chisholm:	Hollander:	Terry:	Thorpe:
The store rooms of Fitjung’s sons were full. Now they bear the beggar’s staff. Thus flies wealth in the twinkling of an eye, the falsest of friends.	A full stocked farm had some farmer's sons. Now they stoop at the beggar's staff; in a twinkling fleeth trothless wealth, It is the ficklest of friends.	I saw the full-stocked fields of Fitjung's sons who now bear beggars' staves. Don't trust wealth -- in the twinkling of an eye it can prove a fickle friend.	Full storehouses I saw at Dives’ sons’: now bear they the beggar’s staff. Such are riches; as is the twinkling of an eye: of friends they are most fickle.
How many times have we heard the stories of the ones who win the lottery, only to be poor again within a few years? Money makes people think all their cares and woes are gone, but most don't know how to successfully utilize it. It is not a true friend..