Anglo Saxon English
Wrætlic is þes wealstan, wyrde gebræcon; burgstede burston, brosnað enta geweorc.
Hrofas sind gehrorene, hreorge torras, hrimgeat berofen, hrim on lime, scearde scurbeorge scorene, gedrorene, ældo undereotone. Eorðgrap hafað waldend wyrhtan forweorone, geleorene, heardgripe hrusan, oþ hund cnea werþeoda gewitan. Oft þæs wag gebad ræghar ond readfah rice æfter oþrum, ofstonden under stormum; steap geap gedreas.
Wunað giet se wealstan, wederum geheawen, fel on grimme gegrunden scan heo... ...g orþonc ærsceaft ...g lamrindum beag mod monade... ...yne swiftne gebrægd
Beorht wæron burgræced, burnsele monige, heah horngestreon, heresweg micel, meodoheall monig mondreama full, oþþæt þæt onwende wyrd seo swiþe.
Crungon walo wide, cwoman woldagas, swylt eall fornom secgrofra wera; wurdon hyra wigsteal westen staþolas, brosnade burgsteall.
Betend crungon hergas to hrusan. Forþon þas hofu dreorgiað, ond þæs teaforgeapa tigelum sceadeð hrostbeages hrof. Hryre wong gecrong gebrocen to beorgum, þær iu beorn monig glædmod ond goldbeorht gleoma gefrætwed, wlonc ond wingal wighyrstum scan; seah on sinc, on sylfor, on searogimmas, on ead, on æht, on eorcanstan, on þas beorhtan burg bradan rices.
Stanhofu stodan, stream hate wearp widan wylme; weal eall befeng beorhtan bosme, þær þa baþu wæron, hat on hreþre. þæt wæs hyðelic.
Leton þonne geotan ofer harne stan hate streamas un... ...þþæt hringmere hate þær þa baþu wæron. þonne is ...re; þæt is cynelic þing, huse ...... burg....
Wondrous is this monument, broken by Wyrd; the stronghold wasted, the work of giants lies decaying.
Its roofs are in ruins, towers collapsed, the frost covered gateway crumbled, rime eating the cement between stones, the sure walls torn, destroyed, decayed through old age. Earth-grip holds the mighty builders; long lost, departed, in the hard grip of the grave until a hundred generations have passed. For so long this wall, standing firm against storms, red stained and grey with lichen, its high arch collapsed, watched as one kingdom rose and fell after another.
Yet, the stone wall still stands, worn down by the weather, fiercely ground down, it shines, an ancient work of skill, a priceless treasure caked in mud. Thoughtfully, the mason ingeniously and swiftly wove together a quick design in rings, cleverly bound the wall together with wire braces most wondrously.
Bright were the fortress buildings, many the bath houses, high gables, meadhalls full of festive cheer, until mighty Wyrd overturned it all.
Far and wide the brave were slain, then came days of pestilence, the mighty swordsmen carried away by death, their strongholds became deserted, their Cities fell into decay.
The rebuilders perished, the armies to earth. And so these buildings grow desolate, and this red-curved roof parts from its tiles of the ceiling-vault. The ruin has fallen to the ground broken into mounds, where at one time many a warrior, joyous and ornamented with gold-bright splendour, proud and flushed with wine shone in war-trappings; looked at treasure, at silver, at precious stones, at wealth, at prosperity, at jewellery, at this bright castle of a broad kingdom.
The stone buildings stood, a stream threw up heat in wide surge; the wall enclosed all in its bright bosom, where the baths were, hot in the heart. That was convenient.
Then they let
pour_______________ hot streams over grey stone. un___________ _____________
until the round sea hot