J.B. Bessinger - Beowulf (prologue) | Текст песни

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1 Hwæt. We Gardena in geardagum,
LO, praise of the prowess of people-kings
2 þeodcyninga, þrym gefrunon,
of spear-armed Danes, in days long sped,
3 hu ða æþelingas ellen fremedon.
we have heard, and what honor the athelings won!
4 Oft Scyld Scefing sceaþena/ þreatum,
Oft Scyld the Scefing from squadroned foes,
5 monegum mægþum, meodosetla ofteah,
from many a tribe, the mead-bench tore,
6 egsode eorlas. Syððan ærest wearð/
awing the earls. Since erst he lay
7 feasceaft funden, he þæs frofre gebad,
friendless, a foundling, fate repaid him:
8 weox under wolcnum, weorðmyndum þah,
for he waxed under welkin, in wealth he throve,
9 oðþæt him æghwylc þara ymbsittendra
till before him the folk, both far and near,
10 ofer hronrade hyran scolde,
who house by the whale-path, heard his mandate,
11 gomban gyldan. þæt wæs god cyning.
gave him gifts: a good king he!

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