Wulf and Eadwacer

- translation by Lady Teleri the Well-Prepared
Written for the Tempore Atlantia Competition, Spring Crown Tournament, A.S. XL

To my people, he is like       a present one gives
Him they will kill     if he comes to their camp;
Unalike it is for us.

Wulf on one island      I on another.
Fast is that island     by fens surrounded.
Bloodthirsty men     abide on that island.
Him they will kill      if he comes to their camp;
Unalike it is for us.

My thoughts and hopes     far-traveled to Wulf.
When it was rainy weather     wailing I sat.
When the battle-bold man     bore me in his arms
There was joy to a point     but pain was that also.

Wulf, my Wulf!      It was wishing for you
That made me sick;      your seldom-comings
Made my mind troubled,      not missing meals.

Do you hear, Eadwacer?       Our wretched whelp
A wolf bears to woods.
One easily tears apart       what united never was
Our song together.

(There is documentation for the translation as well.)