![]() Washed clean of joys, his peerage all perished,įerried along the forth-way, others a raptor ravished Gnashed by frost, the buildings snow-lapt. There walls totter, wailed around by winds, Like you find, here and there, in this middle space now. When the world and its things stand wasted. Who’s wise must fore-ken how ghostly it has been Until the inner fire seizes its moment clearly, “That one bides their moment to make brag, Nor too fearful nor too fey nor too fee-felching,Īnd never tripping the tongue too much, before it trips them. Not too heart-heated, not so hasty to harp, “No one can be wise before earning their lot of winters When I ponder pervading all the lives of humans, “Therefore I cannot wonder across this world To that one who must send more and more, every day,Ī bleary soul back across the binding of waves. Gulls ghost-call - I don’t know their tongue too well, Greeting kindred joyfully, drinking in the look of them Ice and snow hurtling, heaved up with hail. Sea-birds bathing, fanning their feathers, This one enwraps his lord and kisses his lord,īlurry in time now, one thrived by the throne. ![]() ![]() Joys all flown, vanished all away! (29b-36) This one lists the hall-lads swilling rings, Kindred pulled away, how many winters now?Ī frigid fastness, hardly any fruits of the fold. ![]() Just as I ought fetter my inborn conceit, Hold onto the hoards, think whatever - (8–14)Ĭlamp down grim mindings in their coffer, To whom I dare mumble my mind’s understanding.įor anyone to bind fast their spirit’s closet, Slaughter of the wrathful, crumbling of kinsmen:īewail my cares. So spoke the earth-stepper, a memorial of miseries The way of the world an open book always.” (1–5) Many long whiles, treading the tracks of exile. ![]()
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