Odin

Hávamál, meaning "Sayings of the High One" (a name for Odin), is a central poem in the Poetic Edda, a collection of Old Norse poems compiled in the 13th century in Iceland.  It is considered one of the most important sources of Old Norse wisdom, philosophy, and mythology

The poem is attributed to Odin himself and is presented as a compilation of wisdom, ethical guidance, and mythological narratives. It is largely gnomic—offering practical advice on conduct, hospitality, self-control, and the pursuit of knowledge—while also containing profound mythological sections. 

Key Sections of Hávamál:

  • Gestaþáttr (Guest’s Section): Stanzas 1–80 offer practical advice for travelers and guests, emphasizing caution, observation, and the sacred duty of hospitality. A famous line: "Cattle die, kinsmen die, all men are mortal; but words of praise will never perish nor a noble name."

  • Meyjaþáttr (Maiden’s Section): Stanzas 81–95 discuss the nature of women and relationships, often with a cautionary tone. 

  • Gunnlaðarþáttr (Episode of Gunnlöð): Stanzas 103–110 recount Odin’s seduction of the maiden Gunnlöð to obtain the mead of poetry.Loddfáfnismál: Stanzas 111–138 offer ethical and moral guidance, addressed to a figure named Loddfáfnir Rúnatal (Tally of the Runes): Stanzas 139–146 describe Odin’s self-sacrifice—hanging from the world tree Yggdrasil for nine nights, wounded by a spear, to gain knowledge of the runes.This moment is one of the most iconic in Norse mythology.

  • Ljóðatal (Tally of Songs): Stanzas 147–165 list 18 magical chants or spells, reflecting Odin’s power over magic and fate. 

The "windy tree" from which the victim hangs is often identified with the world tree Yggdrasil.
The entire scene, the sacrifice of a god to himself, the execution method by hanging the victim on a tree, and the wound inflicted on the victim by a spear, is often compared to the crucifixion of Christ as narrated in the gospels.

I know that I hung on a wind swept tree
nine long nights,
wounded with a spear, dedicated to Odin,
myself to myself,
on that tree of which no man knows from where its roots run.

No bread did they give me nor a drink from a horn,
downwards I peered;
I took up the runes,
screaming I took them,
then I fell back from there.