Often the lone-dweller waits for favor, mercy of the Measurer Though he unhappy across the seaways long time must Stir with his hands The rime-cold sea, Tread exile-tracks Fate is established!
So the earth-stepper spoke, mindful of hardships, of fierce slaughter, fall of kin: Oft must I Alone the hour before dawn lament my care Among the living none now Remains to whom I dare
My inmost thought clearly reveal. I know it for truth: it is in a warrior noble strength to bind fast his spirit, guard his wealth-chamber think what he will Weary mind never Never withstands fate
Therefore, glory-seekers oft bind fast in breast-chamber a dreary mind. So must I my heart – often wretched with cares, deprived of homeland.
My lord in darkness, and I, wretched, thence, mad and desolate as winter, over the wave’s binding sought, hall-dreary, a giver of treasure, where far or nearTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
