“A woven war-short, worked with gold,
Covered my courage, encasing my heart.
A sea-dragon dragged me down to the deep bottom,
Pinned and pinioned, my point finally reached him . . .
My battle blade served me, I bested them all.
My sword-feast, their sorrow, the suffered my blows,
Dark things from the deep who would devour me happily.”
“My chain mail, chosen well, was choice for that battle,
Hand-forged, hard-linked, it held up against them.”
“Dark night, deep waters, stirred the deep creatures,
Agitated and angered them, all of them wild.”
“We dared to defy it, however daunting it was.
With swords to serve us, we shoved off from the beach.
The sea roiled, we rowed, with real steel to protect us
From whale-beasts in winter, from watery monsters.”
“It burdens my breast to believe that I must
Reveal the wreckage that rivalry with Grendel has wrought.
What havoc, what humiliation, what hell he has brought us.”
“To heighten Hygelac’s glory, that his heart may be gladdened,
I renounce sword and shield and will serve you bare-handed.”
“I beat down and bound some beasts, five in number.
I took out a troll-nest, I tackled sea monsters . . .”
“Go now and get him and gather him quickly.
Bring him. Our barons will boast to have met him.”
“Now holy God in His goodness has guided him here,
In His manifest mercy, in His manifold kindness,
To desperate Danes to defend us from Grendel” ().
“Gray-bearded, grizzled, and grim in his majesty,
Solemn, surrounded by nobles, he served face to face.”