Not all sick men are utterly wretched: Some are blessed with sons, Some with friends, some with riches, Some with worthy works.
All undone is no one though at death’s door he lie: Some with good sons are blessed, And some with kinsmen, or with coffers full, And some with deeds well-done.
All wretched is no man, though never so sick; Some from their sons have joy, Some win it from kinsmen, and some from their wealth, And some from worthy works.
No man lacks everything, although his health be bad: One in his sons is happy, One in his kin, one in abundant wealth, One in his good works.
Er-at maðr alls vesall,
þótt hann sé illa heill;
sumr er af sonum sæll,
sumr af frændum,
sumr af fé ærnu,
sumr af verkum vel.
Wisdom for Wanderers and Counsel to Guests (verses 1-79)