1
Silence I beg of all holy races
more and less, the sons of Heimdallr;
You want, Valföðr, that I tell well
old tales about men, the first one I remember.
3
The years flowed, there Ymir settled,
There were neither sand nor sea nor cool waves;
Neither earth nor sky,
But a gaping abyss, nowhere grass.
57
The sun grows dark, the world sinks into the sea,
Bright stars disappear from the sky;
fire and smoke rage,
the heat plays high with the sky itself.
45/47
Brothers wil fight and kill each other,
cousins (sisters' sons) will betray their kinship;
Standing, Yggdrasil's ash shakes,
the ancient tree groans, a giant becomes loose.
44
Now Garm howls greatly before Gnipahellir,
the rope will break, Freki will run,
Of wisdom I know much, I see further ahead
Ragnarok of the gods of victory.
59
She sees rise up a second time
the green earth from the sea.
Waterfalls fall, the eagle flies above,
he who on the mountains catches fish.
64
She sees a room standing more beautiful than the sun,
covered in gold in Gimle.
There the faithful will dwell
and enjoy pleasures forever.
65
Then comes a mighty one into the ruler's seat,
powerful from above, he who rules over all.
jonako
ararune555
Sciera
Fr, 05/04/2019 - 17:47
Icey 
this is probably not a perfect translation, i'm obviously not fluent in old norse... but i do think that it is pretty accurate, and easier to understand than what you'll find elsewhere on the internet.