Ic þa wihte geseah; womb wæs on hindan
þriþum aþrunten. Þegn folgade,
mægenrofa man, ond micel hæfde
gefered þæt hit felde, fleah þurh his eage.
5 Ne swylteð he symle, þonne syllan sceal
innað þam oþrum, ac him eft cymeð
bot in bosme, blæd biþ aræred;
he sunu wyrceð, bið him sylfa fæder.
I saw that being; its belly was in the back
greatly swollen. A servant followed it,
a mighty, strong man, and the great one had
brought forth what filled it; it flew through its eye.
5 He does not die continually, when he has to give
his insides to the other, but there comes again from him
a remedy in the breast, breath is raised up;
he makes sons, he is his own father.
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