The Wanderer Flashcards
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Oft him anhaga are gebideð,
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Often the solitary man experiences favour
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metudes miltse, þeah þe he modcearig
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The mercy of the lord, although sorrowful in heart he
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geond lagulade longe sceolde
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must long throughout the sea route
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hreran mid hondum hrimcealde sæ,
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must stir with his hands the ice cold sea
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wadan wræclastas. Wyrd bið ful aræd!
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travel the paths of exile. Fate is very inflexible
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Swa cwæð eardstapa, earfeþa gemyndig,
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So spoke the earth-stepper, mindful of miseries
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wraþra wælsleahta, winemæga hryre:
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of cruel battles, the deaths of kinsman
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“Oft ic sceolde ana uhtna gehwylce
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Often I should alone at every dawn
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mine ceare cwiþan. Nis nu cwicra nan
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lament my sorrows. Now is no one listening
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þe ic him modsefan minne durre
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to whom I my thoughts might dare to
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sweotule asecgan. Ic to soþe wat
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clearly reveal. I know too truly
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þæt biþ in eorle indryhten þeaw,
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that it be in a warrior noble custom
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þæt he his ferðlocan fæste binde,
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that he his spirit-enclosure should securely bind
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healde his hordcofan, hycge swa he wille.
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hold his treasure-chamber, think as he will.
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Ne mæg werig mod wyrde wiðstondan,
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Nor can the weary mind withstand fate
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ne se hreo hyge helpe gefremman.
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nor the turbulent mind find help
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Forðon domgeorne dreorigne oft
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Thus fame seekers must, often bloody/dreary- minded,
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in hyra breostcofan bindað fæste;
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bind fast their breast-chamber
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swa ic modsefan minne sceolde,
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thus I my thoughts should
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oft earmcearig, eðle bidæled,
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often miserable, deprived of my home-land
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freomægum feor feterum sælan,
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often miserable, deprived of my home-land
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siþþan geara iu goldwine minne
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since long ago my gold-friend
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hrusan heolstre biwrah, ond ic hean þonan
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I covered in the earth’s hiding place, and I wretched from thence
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wod wintercearig ofer waþema gebind,
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wintry-minded over the binding waves
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sohte seledreorig sinces bryttan,
sought, miserable since lacking a hall, a giver of treasure
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hwær ic feor oþþe neah findan meahte
where I, far or near, might find
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þone þe in meoduhealle mine wisse,
that in that mead hall I happiness experience
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oþþe mec freondleasne frefran wolde,
or me friendless would find comfort
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wenian mid wynnum. Wat se þe cunnað,
entertain me with joys. He knows, who is able to know
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hu sliþen bið sorg to geferan,
how hard sorrow is as a companion
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þam þe him lyt hafað leofra geholena.
to one with so few beloved confidants.
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Warað hine wræclast, nales wunden gold,
He is wary of the miserable track of exile, not wound with gold at all
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ferðloca freorig, nalæs foldan blæd.
his frozen spirit-enclosure, not the joys of the earth
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Gemon he selesecgas ond sincþege,
He remembers old retainers and the receiving of treasure
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hu hine on geoguðe his goldwine
how he in his youth his gold-friend
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wenede to wiste. Wyn eal gedreas!
accustomed to feasting. Joy is entirely gone!
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Forþon wat se þe sceal his winedryhtnes
Therefore he knows, that he shall his lord and friend
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leofes larcwidum longe forþolian,
his beloved lord's counsel long forgo
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ðonne sorg ond slæp somod ætgædre
when sorrow and sleep both together
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earmne anhogan oft gebindað.
the miserable solitary-dweller often bind.
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Þinceð him on mode þæt he his mondryhten
It seems to him in his mind that he his liege-lord
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clyppe ond cysse, ond on cneo lecge
embraces and kisses, and on his knees lays
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honda ond heafod, swa he hwilum ær
head in his hands, as he did at times before
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in geardagum giefstolas breac.
in former days the gift-seat enjoyed.
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Ðonne onwæcneð eft wineleas guma,
Then the friendless man awakes
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gesihð him biforan fealwe wegas,
sees before him the fallow waves
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baþian brimfuglas, brædan feþra
bathing sea-birds, feathers outstretched
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hreosan hrim ond snaw, hagle gemenged.
falling frost and snow mingled with hail
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Þonne beoð þy hefigran heortan benne,
then the wounds of the heart are their heaviest
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sare æfter swæsne. Sorg bið geniwad,
sorrowful after the beloved. Sorrow is renewed
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þonne maga gemynd mod geondhweorfeð;
when memories of past kinsman pervade the mind
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greteð gliwstafum, georne geondsceawað
he greets them joyfully, eagerly surveys each one
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secga geseldan. Swimmað eft on weg.
the companions of men. They swim away again often.
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Fleotendra ferð no þær fela bringeð
The company of birds does not bring many
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cuðra cwidegiedda. Cearo bið geniwad
familiar utterances there. Sorrow is renewed
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þam þe sendan sceal swiþe geneahhe
for he who shall send frequently
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ofer waþema gebind werigne sefan.
over the binding waves his weary heart.
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Forþon ic geþencan ne mæg geond þas woruld
Therefore I cannot think throughout this world
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for hwan modsefa min ne gesweorce,
how my mind does not grow dark
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þonne ic eorla lif eal geondþence,
when I on the lives of warriors meditate
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hu hi færlice flet ofgeafon,
who fled so quickly the floor of the hall
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modge maguþegnas. Swa þes middangeard
brave young warriors. So this middle-earth
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ealra dogra gehwam dreoseð ond fealleþ,
every day declines and falls
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forþon ne mæg weorþan wis wer, ær he age
Therefore no man may become wise, before he has had
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wintra dæl in woruldrice. Wita sceal geþyldig,
his share of winters in the worldly kingdom. The wise man shall be patient;
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ne sceal no to hatheort ne to hrædwyrde,
nor shall he be too hot hearted, nor too hasty of speech
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ne to wac wiga ne to wanhydig,
nor too weak a warrior, nor too reckless
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ne to forht ne to fægen, ne to feohgifre
nor too timid nor too eager, nor too greedy for riches
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ne næfre gielpes to georn, ær he geare cunne.
nor ever too desirous of boasting, before he may clearly have knowledge.
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Beorn sceal gebidan, þonne he beot spriceð,
A warrior shall wait when he speaks a boast
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oþþæt collenferð cunne gearwe
until, brave-hearted, he knows clearly
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hwider hreþra gehygd hweorfan wille.
where the thoughts of his heart might tend.
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Ongietan sceal gleaw hæle hu gæstlic bið,
The wise warrior is able to perceive how ghostly it will be
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þonne ealre þisse worulde wela weste stondeð,
when all this earth's wealth stands waste
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swa nu missenlice geond þisne middangeard
just as now in various places throughout this middle-earth
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winde biwaune weallas stondaþ,
wind blows the standing walls
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hrime bihrorene, hryðge þa ederas.
covered with frost, the buildings snow-swept
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Woriað þa winsalo, waldend licgað
the wine-halls topple. The rulers lie
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dreame bidrorene, duguþ eal gecrong,
deprived of joys; mature men all perished
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wlonc bi wealle. Sume wig fornom,
proud by the wall. Some battle destroyed
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ferede in forðwege, sumne fugel oþbær
carried them off on the way; a bird carried one away
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ofer heanne holm, sumne se hara wulf
over the high seas; one the hoary wolf
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deaðe gedælde, sumne dreorighleor
dismembered in death; one a brave-hearted warrior
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in eorðscræfe eorl gehydde.
concealed in an earth-cave.
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Yþde swa þisne eardgeard ælda scyppend
The creator of men thus laid waste this earth
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oþþæt burgwara breahtma lease
until deprived of joy of its inhabitants,
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eald enta geweorc idlu stodon.
the ancient work of giants stood still.
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Se þonne þisne wealsteal wise geþohte
So then he who reflects wisely upon this foundation
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ond þis deorce lif deope geondþenceð,
and on this dark life deeply reflects
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frod in ferðe, feor oft gemon
wise in mind, remembers far off
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wælsleahta worn, ond þas word acwið:
many slaughters, and utters these words
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"Hwær cwom mearg? Hwær cwom mago? Hwær cwom maþþumgyfa?
Where has the horse gone? Where has the man gone? Where have the treasure-givers gone?
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Hwær cwom symbla gesetu? Hwær sindon seledreamas?
Where has the place of banquet gone? Where have the joys of the hall gone?
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Eala beorht bune! Eala byrnwiga!
Alas the gleaming cup! Alas the armoured warrior!
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Eala þeodnes þrym! Hu seo þrag gewat,
Alas the prince's glory! How time has passed away
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genap under nihthelm, swa heo no wære.
grown dark under the helm of night, as though it never were
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Stondeð nu on laste leofre duguþe
Stands now in the track of the beloved retainer
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weal wundrum heah, wyrmlicum fah.
a wall, wondrously high, adorned with serpent- patterns
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weal wundrum heah, wyrmlicum fah.
The ash-spears of warriors snatched away
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wæpen wælgifru, wyrd seo mære,
weapons greedy for carnage, notorious fate
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ond þas stanhleoþu stormas cnyssað,
and storms beat the stone-heaps
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hrið hreosende hrusan bindeð,
falling snow-storms bind the earth
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wintres woma, þonne won cymeð.
winter's chaos, then darkness comes
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Nipeð nihtscua, norþan onsendeð
Night-shadows spread gloom, sending from the north
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hreo hæglfare hæleþum on andan.
fierce hailstorms to the terror of men
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Eall is earfoðlic eorþan rice,
All is hardship on this earthly kinfdom
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onwendeð wyrda gesceaft weoruld under heofonum.
the action of fate changes the world under the heavens
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Her bið feoh læne, her bið freond læne,
Here wealth is transitory, here friends are transitory
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her bið mon læne, her bið mæg læne,
here a man is transitory, here a warrior is transitory
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eal þis eorþan gesteal idel weorþeð."
All this earth's foundation will stand empty.
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Swa cwæð snottor on mode, gesæt him sundor æt rune.
So spoke the man wise in heart, sat apart in secret meditation.
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Til biþ se þe his treowe gehealdeþ, ne sceal næfre his torn to rycene
It will be well for he who retains his faith, nor shall his misery too quickly
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beorn of his breostum acyþan, nemþe he ær þa bote cunne,
a man from his breast express, unless before he might a remedy know
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eorl mid elne gefremman. Wel bið þam þe him are seceð, an earl with courage.
It will be well for him who seeks mercy,
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frofre to fæder on heofonum, þær us eal seo fæstnung stondeð.
consolation from our father in heaven, where for us all security stands.
