Dear
Weyland, by worms, wist his wracks; the onthinking earl orphandoms dragged. Had he his sithes: sorrow, and longing, wintercold wracks, woes oft he found, sithen on him Nithod a need did lay: searing sinewbinds on the sely man. But that overran- this so may too.
For Bedhild it wasn't her brothers' death on her soul so sore so as herself's thing: what she so grossly ongotten had: that she eken was; ever nor might she thrustly ythink how thole it she should. But that overran- this so may too.
We, of Mathild, many have heard, how groundless fell Geat's sad frie, that all of his sleep the sorrowlove bynam. But that overran- this so may too.
Thederick had ought for thirty winters the Maringsburg- it was to many couth. But that overran- this so may too.
We askeden oft of Ermenrich's wylfen ythoughts; he walded wide folk, his Gothenriche- a grim king was that. Sat many a sedge in sorrows bounden, waiting on woes, wished oft enough that that kinriche overcome would be. And that overran- this so may too.
Sitteth one sorrow-carey, his sele dealt away, swarthens his soul; himself it thinketh that endless shall be orphandom's deal. But may then he think that in this yond world witty Drighten wends oft new ways. To earls many honours are shown, the wisely bloom, to some woes are dealt.
This, I myself, to say I will: that I whiles was the Hedenings' shoop, dear to my drighten, and Dear was my name. Ought I fele winters a following til, a hold heretoch, until that Herrend now, liedcrafty man, the landright ytook, that to me my earllee ere had ysold.
But those overran-Â this so may too.
