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Description Comments Ungluers 3 Editions. By and large, they tend to preserve certain familiar features of Anglo-Saxon verse as it has been constructed by editors, philologists, and translators: the emphasis on caesura and alliteration, with diction and syntax smoothed out for readability. The problem with, and the paradox of this desired outcome, especially as it concerns Anglo-Saxon poetry, is that we are left with a document that translates an entire organizing principle based on oral transmission and perhaps composition into a visual, textual realm of writing and reading.

The sense of loss or nostalgia for the old form seems a necessary and ever-present shadow over modern Beowulfs. When the entire organizational apparatus of the poem—instead of being uneasily approximated in modern verse form—is itself translated into a modern organizing principle, i. Among other quirky decisions made in order to open up the text, the project wound up being a kind of typological specimen book for long American poems extant circa Nineteenth-century archeological evidence may confirm elements of the Beowulf story.

Eadgils was buried at Uppsala, according to Snorri Sturluson. When Eadgils' mound to the left in the photo was excavated in , the finds supported Beowulf and the sagas. They showed that a powerful man was buried in a large barrow, c , on a bear skin with two dogs and rich grave offerings.

These remains include a Frankish sword adorned with. He was dressed in a costly suit made of Frankish cloth with golden threads, and he wore a belt with a costly buckle. There were four cameos from the Middle East which were probably part of a casket.

This would have been a burial fitting a king who was famous for his wealth in Old Norse sources. Ongeneow's barrow has not been excavated.

The following is not a line-by-line translation of the original poem. Rather, I have attempted to recreate the poem as a contemporary poet would write it, a practice assumed in the oral tradition. Paradoxically, however, this translation is "truer" to the original than many scholarly works. For one thing, by using free verse I have not been forced into adding words or changing meaning for the sake of formal meter or rhyme. In addition, free verse has allowed me in many cases to recreate the rhythms of the original.

Neither have I hesitated to allow inconsistency for the sake of clarity or fun. Some explanation has been added to the verse. Some lines have been cut. And the curious, contradictory section from line to line has been omitted. This is not an exact translation of the poem but rather a new version, close to the original but a poem in it own right.

Beowulf can be used as an historical text. It has much to teach us about an ancient culture. More importantly, however, it is a ripping good story. This translation attempts to tell that story. Listen:You have heard of the Danish Kingsin the old days and how they were great warriors. He had the idea that he should bid men to build a house, a great mead-hall, which the children of men would hear of forever. And there within he would share everything, with young and old, such as God gave him, except for the common land and lives of men.

Fulk ll. It happened to him in time, 76 Quickly among men, that it was all ready, The largest of hall-buildings. He did not neglect his vow, distributed rings, Treasure at the feast. The hall towered, High and wide-gabled.

It awaited the flames of battle, The hated fire. It was not to be much longer, Until the sword-hatred, swearing with oaths, After murderous malice, would awaken.

Then the powerful spirit miserably Endured the time, he who lived in the shadows, When he each day heard merriment Loud in the hall. There was the music of the harp, The clear song of the scop. He spoke, who knew how To narrate from afar the origin of men, Said that the Almighty created the earth, The bright beauteous land, as the water surrounds it, Established victorious the sun and moon, The luminaries as light for land-dwellers, And adorned the fields of the earth With branches and leaves, He also created life For each of the kindreds that move about alive.

So those courtiers lived happily, Blessedly, until one began To carry out crimes, an enemy in hell. That grim spirit was called Grendel, The infamous border-walker, who ruled the moors, The fens and strongholds. That killing He punished, the everlasting Lord, the slaying of Abel.

There was no relish in that feud, for He banished him far away, the Maker for that sin, away from mankind. From him awoke each kind of onerous offspring: enemies and elves and evil spirits and likewise giants, who wrestled with God time and time again; He repaid them a reward for that. He found within there a band of princes sleeping after the feast. Sorrow they did not know— the misfortune of men. The wretched wight, grim8 and greedy, was ready at once, fierce and furious, and from their rest he seized thirty thegns.

From there he left, boasting of booty, to return home, sated by slaughter, to find his abode. Then after feasting woe arose, a great cry in the morning. The renowned leader, the good prince of old, sat mournfully; the mighty one suffered, bore sorrow for his thegns, once they witnessed the track of that loathed one, of that cursed spirit. That strife was too strong, loathed and lengthy. It was not much later, only after a night, he acted again, perpetrated9 greater murder-slaughter, and mourned not for it, acts of feuding and crime; he was too fixated on them.

Then the man was easy to find who would elsewhere, further away, seek his resting place, a bed among the outer buildings, when it was shown to him, truly told with a clear sign: the hatred of the hall-thane; he kept further away and more securely afterwards, whoever had escaped the fiend. So he ruled and strove against justice, one against all, until it stood abandoned, that best of halls. The time was long: For the space of twelve winters he endured anguish, the friend of the Scyldings, every kind of woe, endless sorrows.

He wanted no friendship with any men of the Danish host, and wished neither to cease his deadly evil, nor settle for a fee; nor did the wise advisers there have reason to expect brilliant compensation from the hands of the slayer. The hideous opponent, the dark death-shadow, pursued both the aged and the young; he lay in wait and ambushed them, and in perpetual night held the misty moors. Men do not know which way hell-demons glide in their goings. Thus, the enemy of mankind, hideous and solitary, often carried out his many crimes, harsh11 injuries.

He dwelled in Heorot, the richly ornamented hall in dark nights. Not at all could he touch the gift-seat, the precious thing because of God, nor did he know his purpose. Often many a mighty man sat in consultation; they heeded the advice, what for strong-minded ones would be best to do against the perilous horror.

Such was their custom, hope of the heathens. They remembered hell in their minds, they did not know the Creator the12 Judge of deeds, nor did they know the Lord God. The wise warrior was unable to set misery aside. The oppression was too severe; grievous and relentless, it had befallen the people; cruel, violent torment, the greatest of night terrors.

He asked to equip a good ship. He said he would seek the war king over the swan road, famous king, since he was in need of men. Not at all did the wise noblemen blame him for the adventure, though he was dear to them, they urged the valiant one. They studied omens. The good man had from the Geats chosen warriors, those the bravest he might find. One of the fifteen went to the ship, the man led the way, the sea-skilled man, to the shore. A14 span of time passed. The ship was on the waves, the15 boat beneath the bluff.

Noble ones, equipped, ascended the ship. Currents whirled, water against the sand. The men shoved off, men on their willed-for journey, in a well-bound boat. Then they left, over the whale-home, propelled by the wind— the frothy-necked boat looked most like a bird— even after the expected time of the following day had elapsed, the stem-twisted ship had travelled, so that those sailors saw land: the gleaming sea-cliff, high promontory, expansive sea-ness. They gave thanks to God that the wave-ways were easy for them.

Then the ward of the Scyldings saw them from the wall, he who must keep the ocean-cliffs, must bear bright spears over the deck, ready in his war-gear. Curiosity plagued him in his mind-thoughts who these men were.

I never saw a greater man in the world than is one of you, a fighter in war-gear; he is not merely a hall- retainer decked out with weapons unless his looks betray him, his unique appearance. Now I shall know your lineage, rather than you go farther from here as spies into the land of the Danes. Now you travelers from afar, you sea-journeyers, hear this18 simple thought: that it is advisable to say quickly from where you came.

He was called Ecgtheow. He saw many winters before he departed on his journey from this world. He was well-regarded by the wise throughout the whole wide world. We come in good faith to your lord, the son of Healfdene, the protector of your people. Let your counsel be true! Hostetter ll. Jacobs ll. Nor shall there be anything secret, I expect: you know, if it is truly as we have heard tell, that an enemy of some sort among the Scyldings, a secret persecutor in the dark nights, manifests terror and awful affliction, humiliation and slaughter.

I can give Hrothgar this counsel from my generous mind, how he, wise and good, may overcome the enemy— if a reversal of fortune should ever come to him, a remedy of these afflictions come again, and the seethings of his sorrow become cooler, or always afterward endure a time of tribulation, a great distress while the best of houses remains in its high place.

I hear that this host is friendly to the king of the Scyldings. Go forth bearing your weapons and gear; I will guide you. Likewise I will command my young followers to guard your ship with honor against all enemies, this newly-tarred vessel on the sand, until the twist-prowed wood carries back over the ocean currents to the Weder borders every beloved man among these doing good, who is fated to survive the battle-rush whole.

The ship stayed in place, rested in the tideland, the wide-bosomed vessel secured at anchor. Boar effigies, gold-touched, gleamed above cheekguards— a decorated, fire-hard thing to keep watch over life. War-hearted ones clattered, fell in together, the men hurried on till they caught sight of it fully timbered, fitted out richly, trimmed with gold: that hall, the most famous to land-dwellers under the heavens, in which the mighty one abode.

Williamsen ll. The fierce fighter pointed them to the splendid home of the proud so they could march right to it. May the all-ruling Father keep you safe on your journeys through his kindness. I will go to the sea to keep watch against a hostile troop. The hard, hand-linked battle-byrnie shone, the bright iron-ring of the armor resounded, when they first set out for the hall in their awe-inspiring armor.

I have never seen a foreign host, so many men, looking more courageous. I expect that you, because of boldness, not banishment, and for strength of heart, sought Hrothgar.

Beowulf is my name. He knew the custom of warriors. Warriors call the chief one Beowulf. They are requesting, My king, that they might Exchange words with you.

Do not refuse them Your answers, gracious Hrothgar. In war-equipment, they appear worthy Of praise from warriors; indeed, the chief Who lead the warriors hither is powerful.

Tell28 them in words that they are welcome To the people of the Danes. We welcome you here, spirited ones. However, you must leave your battle-shields, Your weapons of wood behind while we discuss the matter. Some30 bided there b To keep the battle-gear guarded as the brave one ordered. In my youth I have undertaken many glorious things. This thing with Grendel became apparent to me on my native soil. They asked for that woe, I crushed the hostile ones.

And now with Grendel, with that miserable wretch, I will by myself hold a meeting with the giant. Now I ask you, lord of the Bright-Danes, I would ask you, shelter of the Shieldings, a single favor, that you not refuse me, refuge of fighting men, noble friend of the folk, now I have come thus from afar: that I myself might, with this troop of my earls and this hard company, cleanse Heorot. I have also found out that the foe in his recklessness disregards weapons.

I will therefore forego them, so that Hygelac, my liege-lord, may be glad of heart, scorn33 that I should bear sword or broad shield, yellow-board to battle, but with my grip I shall grapple with the fiend and fight for life, enemy against enemy. I expect that he desires, if he is allowed to have mastery in that war-hall, to feed fearlessly on the Geatish people just as he often has done, the strength of the Hrethmen.

Nor will you need to cover my head, but he will have me, stained with blood, if death takes me. He will bear my bloody corpse, think to taste it, to ruthlessly eat the solitary one, mark his moor-retreat with blood. You need not for a moment worry about the disposal of my body. Fate cannot be stopped. Breann Leake ll.

He, seeking refuge, sought the South-Dane folk, The honored Scyldings, over rolling waves, When first I ruled the Danish folk in youth— A king with power over men and wealth, a35 rich fortress of warriors. He was better than I am. Afterwards, I settled the feud with money.

He swore oaths to me. My hall-troop, my band of warriors is lessened. God may easily hinder the deeds of the wild ravager. Then this mead-hall, in the early morning the princely hall was gore-stained; when daylight shined all the benches were damp with blood, a sword-bloody hall. I had fewer faithful ones, dear warriors, when death took them away. Sit now at the feast and loosen your thoughts, your glory gained by swords, as your mind incites you.

There the strong-minded went to sit, bold in their strength. A thane observed his duty, he who bore in his hands an ornamented ale-cup, gave out clear sweet drink. A scop sang at times clear-voiced37 in Heorot. There was joy of heroes, a host of Danes and Geats, not few in number. Rambaran-Olm ll. Where you, for pride, tempted the waters and for vain-glory in the deep sea risked your lives? Not any man— loved or loathed—could dissuade the two of you from that sorrowful38 undertaking, when you two rowed out swimming.

The ocean surged with waves in the welling of winter. He bested you in swimming, had greater prowess. The son of Beanstan, truly stood by his vow against you. The truth, I claim, is that my seastrength was greater, and nobody else endured more wave hardships. We said that and boasted, boyish as we were— Both such youthful braggarts in those days— Said we would swim the sea and we did. We swam and not one span from me Could40 he float, far on flood-waves, Swift on sea, nor would I go from him.

So, at one on the sea were we, For five nights, til the flood drove us apart, Welling waters, coldest of weathers, Night drawing nigh, and the north wind, Hurling harshly against us.

High were the waves! The fury of the ocean-fish was roused: There my mail-shirt maintained me, Hard-locked against foes; helped me, My braided battle-plate lying on my breast, Gilded with gold. It bore me down to depths, The foul foe-fiend, held me fast, Grim its grip. Yet was it given to me To reach that wretch with my razor-edged battle-blade.

I served them with my good sword, as they deserved. They had no joy at that feast, wicked destroyers, those that devoured me sat at a feast near the sea-floor but in the morning, wounded by blades they lay dead by the wave-swept shore by swords put to death, that never afterwards round the deep-ford, the sea-faring were hindered in their course.

Luck often saves the unweaved warrior, if his courage keeps. But I escaped their coils, intact, but world-worn. The sea bore me away, current-bound, to the Finnish lands, on surging waves. And never have I heard a thing about any brawls, or battles, or broken blades of yours. Breca43 never yet b at battle-play, nor either of you two, accomplished so bold a deed with bright swords.

I do not boast of this, though you became a killer to your brothers, your close kinsmen. Because of that you shall suffer torment in hell, though your mind may be good. I tell you truly, son of Ecglaf, that Grendel never would have committed so many horrors, that terrible fierce assailant, to your lord, humiliations in Heorot, if your heart, your spirit, were as battle-grim as you yourself consider.

But he has found that he does not need greatly to fear the hostility, the terrible sword-strength, of your people, of the Victory-Scyldings. He takes an enforced toll, is merciful to none of the people of the Danes, but he takes delight, kills and dispatches, does not expect strife from the Spear-Danes. But soon now I shall show44 him the strength and courage of the Geats, summoning him to battle.

Afterwards, any who will may go to mead bravely when morning light from the South shines bright over the children of men on the following day, the sun clothed in radiance. He eagerly enjoyed feast and mead-cup, victorious lord. Then she walked around, the woman of the Helmings, to the old and the young warriors, each at his bench, holding the cup, the ring-adorned queen coming finally to Beowulf. Gold-adorned she went, lady of the people, by her lord to sit.

He knew that monster planned47 an attack against that high hall. The troop all arose. Keep now and protect the best of houses, remember fame, demonstrate mighty courage, watch against wrath. There will be no dearth of desire for you if you survive that courageous work… alive. The King of Glory, so men learned, had appointed a hall-guard against Grendel; he held a special service to the lord of the Danes, kept watch against a giant.

Indeed the man of the Geats firmly trusted his brave strength and the favor of the Lord. Then he removed his mail shirt and the helmet from his head, gave his decorated sword, the best of weapons, to an attendant and ordered him to guard his war-gear.

Therefore I do not wish to kill him with a sword, to deprive him of life, though I am very well able to. He does not know finer skills, so as to be able to strike me, to cut my shield to pieces, though he be renowned for hostile deeds. But we two shall, in the night, refrain from swordplay, if he dares seek out battle without weapon. Not50 one of them thought that he would ever return from there to his homeland, to the people or village where he was raised. But the Lord granted to them a war-victory weaving, comfort and help to the Wederas men that they entirely overcome their enemy through the strength of one by his selfsame might.

Truly it is known that mighty God has forever ruled mankind. In blackest night he came, the shadow-walker moved. The archers slept— those that must hold the horned-house— all but one. That was known to men, that51 if God did not wish it, the battle-demon could not heave them down into the shadows, but the fierce, wakeful foe, his heart spurred, awaited the result of battle.

The evil killer meant to capture some human in the hall, the high one. He advanced under cloud-cover until he was sure he knew the gilded wine-hall, golden gathering-place of men. Never in the days of his life, before or after, did he find a harder fate among heroes.

Then the striding warrior came to the hall, despoiled of joys. The door sprang quickly open, made52 fast with fire-forged bands, as he touched it with his hands. Immediately then the enemy trod forth on that patterned floor, angry of mood he advanced.

From his eyes there shone a horrible light like that of fire. He beheld in the hall many a warrior sleeping there together, a band of kinsmen, a company of young warriors. In his heart he then laughed, evil monster, for he meant to separate body and soul of many a warrior present there before the day dawned. There welled up in him there the expectation of his fill in feasting.

But it was not to be that he should feast anymore upon mankind after that night. The fiend advanced, groped and grasped again for the bold-hearted warrior in the bed. Beowulf, grasping his hostile intent, braced himself with his own arm. Immediately the guardian of evil realized that he had never encountered in54 the corners of the earth, in another man a greater hand-grip. He became in his mind afraid at heart.

None the sooner was he able to get away. His mind was eager for him to depart, he wished to flee into a hiding place, to seek the company of devils. It was not his experience there such as he met before in his life-days. He remembered then, the good kinsman of Hygelac, the evening-speech. He stood up and seized him firmly. Fingers burst. The giant was trying to escape; the warrior stepped further.

The famous one intended, where he might do so, to go to a more remote place, and away from there to escape into the fen-retreats. He knew the control of his fingers was in the grips of the hostile one, that it was a sad journey that the harmful destroyer took to Heorot. The55 splendid hall rang. For all the Danes arose, for the fortress-dwellers, for each of the bold ones, for the warriors, great terror. Both were enraged, the fierce hall-guardians.

The building resounded. It was a great wonder that the wine-hall withstood the battle-brave ones, that it did not fall to the ground, the beautiful building.

Fox ll. Eyler ll. There from the floor many a mead-bench bent away, as I have heard tell, adorned with gold, where the hostile ones fought. They had not expected this before, the councillors of the Scyldings, that ever in any way any man might break apart the excellent and bone-decorated hall, destroy it with cunning, unless the embrace of fire might56 swallow it in flames. He held him fast, he who was the strongest man of might in that day of this life.

XII The protector of earls did not wish at all to let that deadly visitor leave alive, and did not consider his life-days useful to any people. Around him, many an earl of Beowulf drew his ancient heirloom, wished to protect the life of57 the great prince, as they were able to do so. But Grendel had cursed weapons of victory, every blade. His death, on that day of this life, had to be miserable, and the alien spirit had to travel far into the dominion of his enemies.

Liuzza ll. Each was to the other loathsome while living. The terrible adversary weathered a body-wound.

On his shoulder showed a woeful wound plain to see, sinews sprang apart, bone-links burst. To Beowulf was granted battle-glory. Grendel had to flee thence, life-sick, under the fen-slopes to seek his doleful dwelling. To all the Danes, after that bloody battle, blitheness had come about.

He had then cleansed, he who before came from afar, wise and brave, the halls of Hrothgar, saved59 them from strife. He rejoiced in his night-work, his feats of courage. The man of the Geats had fulfilled his boast to the East-Danes. Likewise, he remedied all distress, the sorrow that they had suffered before, and the misery they had been bound to endure no small grief.

Chieftains traveled from far and near, over the wide way, to behold the marvel, the tracks of the enemy. Klein ll. Michael ll. So then the old companions turned again along with many young men from the cheerful journey, brave ones from the mere riding horses, warriors on steeds.

Many of them muttered often there was no one Though indeed by no means did those Danes lay blame upon their gracious lord, the kindhearted Hrothgar, for that was still a good king. Then sometimes they, horsebacked and battle-brave, allowed their straw-colored steeds to leap forth, to journey on in playful contest with each other where the footways were fair and familiar. The62 man began then b to animate the quest of Beowulf and craft a proper tale, transpose the words.

Many kind of monster they had slain by sword. For Sigmund after death came no small fame since, battlehard, he killed the worm. The63 guardian of the horde, he under hoary stone, the son of nobles, alone attempted a daring deed, nor was Fitela with him.

Yet he succeeded so that the sword pierced through that wondrous wyrm, so that it stood in the wall, that lordly iron. The dragon died of that destruction. That fierce combatant had gone in strength so that he could enjoy the ring-hoard of his own will.

The fierce worm melted. That was the wanderer most known wide throughout peoples, a protector of warriors, for bold deeds. So he first prospered. Among his enemies he quickly met his death. For too long he had wallowed in misery and sorrow. His people suffered as did his nobles. In earlier times many wise men bemoaned The plight of the strong willed miserable Heremod.

They had thought he and they would thrive. Beowulf was held in high esteem, a friend to all. Wicked miserable Heremod a dim dark memory. Racing65 by turns, with horses they measured out the bright street. By then morning light too had hurried on. Folsom ll. Likewise the king himself, guardian of ringhoards, stepped forth glorious from the spousal bower, conspicuous in his excellence, with a great company; and with him his queen measured the meadpath with a cohort of girls.

XIV Hrothgar spoke up. I have experienced many a hateful thing, many griefs from Grendel. But always God can work wonder upon wonder, the Protector of Glory. Now a warrior, through the might of God, has done the deed which we could not do with all our cunning. It may well be said that whichever woman brought forth such a son among the race of men, if she yet lives, that the Old Measurer was gracious to her in childbearing.

Now, Beowulf, best of men, as a son to me I will love you in my heart. Henceforth, hold well a new kinship. There will not be for you any lack of worldly wealth over which I have control. Very67 often for less I appointed rewards, an honoring with gifts for a lowlier warrior, inferior at battle.

Thou thyself hast brought about with actions, that thy deed will live forever and ever. The Omnipotent One reward thou with goodness, just as He up to now has done.