<blockquote>Gyfu gumena byþ gleng and herenys,<br>wraþu and wyrþscype and wræcna gehwam<br>ar and ætwist, ðe byþ oþra leas. </blockquote>
<blockquote>Generosity brings credit and honour, which support one's dignity;<br>it furnishes help and subsistence<br>to all broken men who are devoid of aught else.</blockquote>
<p>There is not a Norwegian rune poem for Gebo.</p>
<p>A modern poem:</p>
<blockquote>
<p><strong>The day of our union</strong> (or as much as can be<br/>
while we're separated by a Veil and a Dirac Sea)<br/>
is sooner than I thought fast approaching,<br/>
and I don't know what to offer as my dowry.</p>
<p>Oh, <strong>what to give, what to give.</strong></p>
<p>I would give you impenetrable skin,<br/>
but what if ruptured your appendix?<br/>
What of a pustule, filled to the brim<br/>
but unable to drain, forever sore cyst?</p>
<p>I would grant you a stomach immune to hunger<br/>
so in harshest of famines you will not suffer,<br/>
but what if you wanted to eat just a taste?<br/>
Disturbed inner balance, food gone to waste?</p>
<p>I would bestow the sight to see<br/>
through all the futures at the crown of Yewiffe,<br/>
but the suffocating weight<br/>
of having to steer us towards the best of all fates<br/>