Hals is min hwit ond heafod fealo,
sidan swa some. Swift ic eom on feþe,
beadowæpen bere. Me on bæce standað
her swylce swe on hleorum. Hlifiað tu
5 earan ofer eagum. Ordum ic steppe
in grene græs. Me bið gyrn witod,
gif mec onhæle an onfindeð
wælgrim wiga, þær ic wic buge,
bold mid bearnum, ond ic bide þær
10 mid geoguðcnosle, hwonne gæst cume
to durum minum, him biþ deað witod.
Forþon ic sceal of eðle eaforan mine
forhtmod fergan, fleame nergan,
gif he me æfterweard ealles weorþeð;
15 hine berað breost. Ic his bidan ne dear,
reþes on geruman, (nele þæt ræd teale),
ac ic sceal fromlice feþemundum
þurh steapne beorg stræte wyrcan.
Eaþe ic mæg freora feorh genergan,
20 gif ic mægburge mot mine gelædan
on degolne weg þurh dune þyrel
swæse ond gesibbe; ic me siþþan ne þearf
wælhwelpes wig wiht onsittan.
Gif se niðsceaþa nearwe stige
25 me on swaþe seceþ, ne tosæleþ him
on þam gegnpaþe guþgemotes,
siþþan ic þurh hylles hrof geræce,
ond þurh hest hrino hildepilum
laðgewinnum, þam þe ic longe fleah.
My neck is white and my head dusky,
my sides just the same. I am fast on my feet,
I bear a battle-weapon. On my back stands
hair, likewise on my cheeks. Two ears
5 tower over my eyes. On spears I step
in the green grass. Sorrow is ordained for me,
if someone finds me hidden,
a slaughter-cruel warrior, where I inhabit a house,
a dwelling with my children, and I remain there
10 with my young family, when the stranger comes
to my doors, death is ordained for them.
Therefore I must carry my children out of the homeland,
frightened at heart, defend them by flight,
if he pursues me at all afterward;
15 his breast bears him. I do not dare await his
cruel [nature] in the room, (good advice will not require that),
but I must boldly with walking-hands
produce a path through a high hill.
I can easily defend the lives of the precious ones,
20 if I may lead my kindred
on a secret track through a hole in the hill
the near and the dear ones; afterward I do not need
to concern myself at all with the slaughter-whelp’s attack.
If the evil-enemy on a narrow trail
25 seeks my track, he will not lack
a war-meeting on the hostile path,
when I reach through the hill’s roof,
and ferociously strike with battle-spears
the loathed-foe, from whom I have long fled.
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