The Anglo-Saxon Futhorc expanded the row to up to 33 characters. The interpretations follow the Old English rune poem (public domain).
In the Rune Poem. Wealth is a comfort to all; yet every man must share it freely, if he would gain honour.
In the Rune Poem. The aurochs is proud and great-horned, a fierce beast that roams the moors.
In the Rune Poem. The thorn is exceedingly sharp, an evil thing for any to touch – cruel to grasp.
In the Rune Poem. The mouth is the source of all speech, a pillar of wisdom and a comfort to the wise.
In the Rune Poem. Riding seems easy in the hall; on a hard horse over the miles it is far more toilsome.
In the Rune Poem. The torch is light and flame to every living man, bright where the nobles rest.
In the Rune Poem. Generosity brings grace and honour, support and dignity among men.
In the Rune Poem. Bliss he knows who suffers little sorrow, and dwells in fortune and plenty.
In the Rune Poem. Hail is the whitest of grain; it whirls from the sky and turns to water.
In the Rune Poem. Need oppresses the heart, yet often proves a help and salvation to the children of men, if they heed it in time.
In the Rune Poem. Ice is cold and exceedingly slippery, glistening like glass, most like to gems.
In the Rune Poem. The harvest is the hope of men, when God lets the earth bring forth its fruits.
In the Rune Poem. The yew is a rough-barked tree, hard and fast in the earth, a guardian of flame and a joy upon the estate.
In the Rune Poem. Play and laughter ring out where brave men sit blithely together in the hall.
In the Rune Poem. The sedge dwells in the marsh; whoever grasps it, it sears the hand.
In the Rune Poem. The sun is ever a hope to seafarers, when they journey over the fishes' bath.
In the Rune Poem. Tir is a guiding star; well it keeps faith, never failing on its course across the night sky.
In the Rune Poem. The birch bears no fruit, yet it grows green with shoots, fairly crowned.
In the Rune Poem. The horse is the pride of nobles, a comfort to the restless, a theme among the wealthy.
In the Rune Poem. Man is dear to his kin, yet all are doomed to death.
In the Rune Poem. The water seems endless, when the tossing ship drifts upon the waves.
In the Rune Poem. Ing was first seen among the East-Danes, till he departed eastwards over the waves.
In the Rune Poem. A home is dear to every man, where he enjoys prosperity in right and peace.
In the Rune Poem. The day is the Lord's messenger, light and hope, a joy to rich and poor.
In the Rune Poem. The oak fattens the swine with mast and gives sturdy timber for the sea.
In the Rune Poem. The ash towers high and holy, firm in its stand, a trusty shaft.
In the Rune Poem. Ornament and defence of nobles, fair upon the horse, reliable on the journey.
In the Rune Poem. The river-creature lives in the water, yet feeds on land, in a fair dwelling.
In the Rune Poem. The grave is grim to nobles, when the flesh grows cold and turns to clay.
Freely after the Old English rune poem (public domain). © Glanz & Gravur.