Hēr Æðelstān cyning, eorla drihten,
beorna bēahgifa, and his brōðor ēac,
Ēadmund æðeling, ealdorlangne tīr
geslōgon æt sæcce sweorda ecgum
ymbe Brunanburh: bordweall clufan,
hēowan heaðolinde hamora lāfum,
eaforan Ēadweardes, swā him geæðele wæs
fram cnēomāgum, ðæt hī æt campe oft
wið laðra gehwæne land ealgodon,
hord and hāmas. Hettend crungon
Scotta lēode and scipflotan,
fǣge fēollan, feld dennode
secga swāte, siþþan sunne ūpp
on morgentīd, mǣre tungol,
glād ofer grundas, Godes candel beorht,
ēces Drihtnes, oð sīo æðele gesceaft
sāh to setle. Ðær læg secg monig
gārum āgēted, guma Norðerna
ofer scyld scoten, swylce Scyttisc ēac,
wērig wīges sæd. Wesseaxe forð
andlangne dæg ēorodcystum
on lāst legdon lāðum ðēodum;
hēowan hereflȳman hindan ðearle
mēcum mylenscearpum. Myrce ne wyrndon
heardes handplegan hæleða nānum
ðāra ðe mid Anlāfe ofer ēargebland
on lides bōsme land gesōhton,
fǣge tō gefeohte. Fīfe lāgon
on ðām campstede cyningas geonge,
sweordum āswefede, swylce seofene ēac
eorlas Anlāfes, unrīm herges,
flotena and Scotta. Ðær geflȳmed wearð
Norðmanna brego, nēade gebǣded,
tō lides stefne lȳtle weorode:
crēad cnear on flot, cyning ūt gewāt
on fealene flōd, feorh generede.
Swylce ðǣr ēac sē frōda mid flēame cōm
on his cȳþþe norð, Costantīnus,
hār hilderinc; hrēman ne ðorfte
mēca gemānan; hē wæs his māga sceard,
frēonda gefylled on folcstede,
beslægen æt sæcce, and his sunu forlēt
on wælstōwe wundum forgrunden,
geongne æt gūðe. Gylpan ne ðorfte
beorn blandenfeax billgeslihtes,
eald inwidda, nē Anlāf ðȳ mā
mid heora herelāfum hlihhan ne ðorftun
ðæt hī beaduweorca beteran wurdon
on campstede cumbolgehnāstes,
gārmittinge, gumena gemōtes,
wǣpemgewrīxles, ðæs hī on wælfelda
wið Ēadweardes eaforan plegodon.
Gewiton him þā Norðmenn nægledcearrum,
drēorig daroða lāf, on Dinges mere
ofer dēop wæter Dyflin sēcan,
and eft Īraland, ǣwiscmōde.
Swylce ðā gebrōðor bēgen ætsomne,
cyning and æðeling, cȳþþe sōhton,
Wesseaxena land, wīges hrēmige.
Lētan him behindan hrā bryttigan
salowigpādan, ðone sweartan hræfn,
hyrnednebban, and ðone hasopādan,
earn æftan hwīt, ǣses brūcan,
grǣdigne gūðhafoc, and ðæt grǣge dēor,
wulf on wealda. Ne wearð wæl māre
on ðȳs īglande ǣfre gȳta
folces gefylled beforan ðyssum
sweordes ecgum, ðæs ðe ūs secgað bēc,
ealde ūðwitan, siþþan ēastan hider
Engle and Seaxe ūpp becōmon,
ofer brāde brimu Brytene sōhton,
wlance wīgsmiðas, Wēalas ofercōmon,
eorlas ārhwate eard begēatan.
| | Here King Æðelstán, lord of warriors,
ring-giver of men, and also his brother,
Prince Edmund, struck life-long
glory in battle, with the edges of swords
near Branunburh. Broke the shieldwall,
split the shields with swords.
Edward's sons, the issue of princes
from kingly kin, oft on campaign
their fatherland, from foes defended,
hoard and home. Crushed the hated ones
Scots-folk, and ship-men,
fated fell, the field flowed with blood
I have heard said, from sun-rise
in morningtime, as mighty star,
glided up overground, God's bright candle,
the eternal Lord's, till that noble work,
sank to its setting. There lay scores of men
destroyed by darts, Danish warrior
shot over shield. So Scots also
wearied of war. West-Saxons went forth
from morn till night the mounted warriors
pursued enemy people, the fleeing forces
were felled from behind with swords
new-sharpened. The Mercians surned not
hard hand-play with heroes
that accompanied Anlaf over sea's surge,
in ship's shelter sought land,
came fated to fight. Five lay dead
on the killing field, young kinds
put to sleep with the sword, so also seven
of Anlaf's eorls, and unnumbered slain
among sea-men and Scots. So was routed
the Northmen's lord, by need forced
to take ship with few troops:
compelled to sea, the king set out
on fallow flood, saved his life.
So also the wise one fled away,
to his Northern country, Constantine,
hoary battle-man; he need not boast
of that meeting of swords. He was severed from king,
forfeiting friends on that field,
slain at war, and his son left
on the death-ground, destroyed by his wounds,
young warrior. He need not brag,
the white-haired warrior, about sword-wielding,
the artful one, nor Anlaf either
with their army smashed they need not sneer
that their battle-work was better
on the battlefield where banners crashed
and spears clashed in that meeting of men,
that weapon-wrestle, when on the death-field
with Edward's offspring they played.
The Northmen went off in nail-bound ships,
sad survivors of spears, on Ding's mere,
over deep water seeking Dublin,
Ireland again, ashamed in their hearts.
So brothers, both together,
King and Atheling, their country sought,
the land of Wessex, in war exulting.
They left behind them sharing the lifeless
the dusk-dressed one, the dark raven,
with the hard beak of horn, and the hoar-coated one,
white tailed eagle, enjoying the carrion,
greedy war-hawk, and that grey beast,
the wolf of the wood. Nor was more slaughter
on this isle ever yet,
so many folk felled, before this
sword battle, as say the books,
the old wise men, since from the east
Angle and Saxon arrived together
over broad briny seeking Britain,
proud warriors overcoming the Welsh,
eager for glory, and gained land. |