Beówulf'S Jewelled Collar. The Heroes Rest
Him wäs ful boren and freónd-laðuwordum bewägned and wunden goldêstum geeáwed, earm-hreáde twâ,hrägl and hringas, heals-beága mæstþâra þe ic on foldan gefrägen häbbe.Nænigne ic under swegle sêlran hýrdehord-mâððum häleða, syððan Hâma ätwägtô þære byrhtan byrig Brosinga mene,sigle and sinc-fät, searo-nîðas fealhEormenrîces, geceás êcne ræd.Þone hring häfde Higelâc Geáta,nefa Swertinges, nýhstan sîðe,siððan he under segne sinc ealgode,wäl-reáf werede; hyne Wyrd fornam,syððan he for wlenco weán âhsode,
A cup was brought to him, and wordsof friendship offered along with it,and twisted gold graciously given,two arm-bands, a mail-coat and rings,the greatest neck-ring I have ever heard ofon this earth. I never heard of a finerhoard-treasure among heroes under the sky,since Hama carried off, to that bright city,the Brosings’ necklace, the jewel and its setting —fled Eormenric’s cruelty, chosea lasting gain instead. Hygelac the Geathad that ring on his last venture,the nephew of Swerting, when under his bannerhe defended treasure, guarded plunderwon in battle; fate took him then,when out of pride he went looking for trouble,
fæhðe tô Frysum; he þâ frätwe wäg,eorclan-stânas ofer ýða ful,rîce þeóden, he under rande gecranc;gehwearf þâ in Francna fäðm feorh cyninges,breóst-gewædu and se beáh somod:wyrsan wîg-frecan wäl reáfedonäfter gûð-sceare, Geáta leódehreâ-wîc heóldon. Heal swêge onfêng.Wealhþeó maðelode, heó fore þäm werede spräc:"Brûc þisses beáges, Beówulf, leófa"hyse, mid hæle, and þisses hrägles neót"þeód-gestreóna, and geþeóh tela,"cen þec mid cräfte and þyssum cnyhtum wes"lâra lîðe! ic þe þäs leán geman."Hafast þu gefêred, þät þe feor and neáh
a feud with the Frisians; he wore that ornament,those precious stones, over the cup of the waves,that mighty prince; he fell beneath his shield.Then the king’s body passedinto the hands of the Franks, his breastplateand the ring together; lesser warriorsstripped the dead after that harvest of battle;the Geatish people held the field of corpses.The hall filled with noise. Wealhtheow spoke,addressed the company: “Enjoy this collar,dear Beowulf, young man, with good fortune,and make use of this mail-shirt, these treasures of the people,and prosper well; make your name knownby strength, and be kind in counselto these boys! I will remember to reward you for it.
"ealne wîde-ferhð weras ehtigað,"efne swâ sîde swâ sæ bebûgeð"windige weallas. Wes, þenden þu lifige,"äðeling eádig! ic þe an tela"sinc-gestreóna. Beó þu suna mînum"dædum gedêfe dreám healdende!"Her is æghwylc eorl ôðrum getrýwe,"môdes milde, man-drihtne hold,"þegnas syndon geþwære, þeód eal gearo:"druncne dryht-guman, dôð swâ ic bidde!"Eode þâ tô setle. Þær wäs symbla cyst,druncon wîn weras: wyrd ne cûðon,geó-sceaft grimme, swâ hit âgangen wearðeorla manegum, syððan æfen cwomand him Hrôðgâr gewât tô hofe sînum,
You have brought it about that men will honor you,far and wide, forever and ever,as widely as the ocean surroundsthe windy cliffs. Be, as long as you live,a blessed prince! I wish you well,with treasures in plenty. Be kind to my sonin your deeds, keep him in joy!Here every earl is true to the other,gentle of mind, loyal to his lord;the thanes stand united, the whole nation ready;drink has made the men hereglad to do as I ask.” Then she went to her seat.There was the finest of feasts, the men drank wine:they did not know their fate, the grim destinyalready fallen on many a warrior,
rîce tô räste. Reced weardodeunrîm eorla, swâ hie oft ær dydon:benc-þelu beredon, hit geond-bræded wearðbeddum and bolstrum. Beór-scealca sumfûs and fæge flet-räste gebeág.Setton him tô heáfdum hilde-randas,bord-wudu beorhtan; þær on bence wäsofer äðelinge ýð-gesêneheaðo-steápa helm, hringed byrne,þrec-wudu þrymlîc. Wäs þeáw hyra,þät hie oft wæron an wîg gearwe,ge ät hâm ge on herge, ge gehwäðer þâraefne swylce mæla, swylce hira man-dryhtneþearf gesælde; wäs seó þeód tilu.
once evening came and Hrothgar departedto his own chamber, the mighty one to his rest.Countless warriors guarded the hall,as they had often done before: they cleared the benches,spread them over with beds and pillows.One of the beer-drinkers, doomed and fated,settled down to his hall-rest. They set at their headstheir battle-shields, bright wood, ready;there on the bench, above each noble,plain to see, stood the towering war-helmet,the ringed mail-coat, the mighty spear-shaft.It was their custom always to be ready for war,both at home and on campaign, whichever it was,whenever need befell their lord;that was a good people.