19. I know that an ash-tree stands called Yggdrasil,
a high tree, soaked with shining loam;
from there come the dews which fall in the valley,
ever green, it stands over the well of fate.
20. From there come three girls, knowing a great deal,
from the lake which stands under the tree;
Fated one is called, Becoming another –
they carved on wooden slips – Must-be the third;
they set down laws, they chose lives,
for the sons of men the fates of men.