- It is to my people as if someone gave them a gift.
- They want to kill him, if he comes with a troop.
- It is different for us.
- Wulf is on one island I on another.
- That island, surrounded by fens, is secure.
- There on the island are bloodthirsty men.
- They want to kill him, if he comes with a troop.
- It is different for us.
- I thought of my Wulf with far-wandering hopes,
- Whenever it was rainy weather, and I sat tearfully,
- Whenever the warrior bold in battle encompassed me with his arms.
- To me it was pleasure in that, it was also painful.
- Wulf, my Wulf, my hopes for you have caused
- My sickness, your infrequent visits,
- A mourning spirit, not at all a lack of food.
- Do you hear, Eadwacer? A wolf is carrying
- our wretched whelp to the forest,
- that one easily sunders which was never united:
- our song together.
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