Weland knew his torment through wyrms,
a single-minded man, enduring miseries—
as mates he kept sorrow and longing,
wrack winter-cold. He often suffered woe
after Nithhad laid him into close straits
upon an excellent man willowy bone-bonds.

     That passed over, so can this—

Beadohilde was never so beset about her heart
for her brother’s death as about her own straits:
too true she perceived that she was pregnant—
She could never boldly devise what must be done about it.

     That passed over, so can this —

We have learned much about Mæthhild:
the affection of the Geat was without bottom.
so that sorrowing love stole them from sleep.

     That passed over, so can this —

Theodric possessed thirty winters’ time
the city of the Mæringas. All too apparent to many…

     That passed over, so can this —

We have learned of the wolven mind
of Eormanric—he wielded his rule widely
over the citizens of the Gothic realm.
That was a grim king. Many men sat
bound up by sorrows, in woe’s expectation—
often they wished that his kingdom
would be cast down.

     That passed over, so can this —

A sorrow-anxious man sits, deprived of his joys,
growing dark inside, thinking to himself
that his handle of hardship seem endless.
He can ponder then that throughout this world
the wise Lord often renders change—
to many earls he shows his grace
and true profits, to some their share of woe.

I wish to speak something about myself:
one time I was the poet of the Heodeningas,
dear to my lord. My name was Deor.
I held many winters this good office,
loyal to my lord, until now Heorrenda,
a man skilled in verse, received my land-rights,
which before the shelter of earls had given to me.

     That passed over, so can this —