{"id":155,"date":"2009-02-17T18:02:32","date_gmt":"2009-02-17T22:02:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/?p=155"},"modified":"2026-10-13T12:04:26","modified_gmt":"2026-10-13T16:04:26","slug":"wulf-and-eadwacer","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/?p=155","title":{"rendered":"Wulf and Eadwacer"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><font size=\"1\"><strong>modern translation:<\/strong><\/font><br \/>\n<audio class=\"wp-audio-shortcode\" id=\"audio-155-2\" preload=\"none\" style=\"width: 100%;\" controls=\"controls\"><source type=\"audio\/mpeg\" src=\"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/audio\/wulf-modern.mp3?_=2\" \/><a href=\"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/audio\/wulf-modern.mp3\">https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/audio\/wulf-modern.mp3<\/a><\/audio><br \/>\n<font size=\"1\"><strong>old english:<\/strong><\/font><br \/>\n<audio class=\"wp-audio-shortcode\" id=\"audio-155-4\" preload=\"none\" style=\"width: 100%;\" controls=\"controls\"><source type=\"audio\/mpeg\" src=\"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/audio\/wulf-old.mp3?_=4\" \/><a href=\"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/audio\/wulf-old.mp3\">https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/audio\/wulf-old.mp3<\/a><\/audio><br \/>\n<font size=\"1\"> audio read by <a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/Lyrics-Old-English-Reading-Burton\/dp\/B000V25Z8E\/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&#038;s=dmusic&#038;qid=1234908014&#038;sr=8-2\" target=\"blank\">Burton Raffel and Robert P. Creed<\/a>. recordings made on January 1, 1964. audio translation unknown. text translation from the Old English by Richard Hamer.<\/font><\/p>\n<p>It is as though my people had been given<br \/>\nA present. They will wish to capture him<br \/>\nIf he comes with a troop.  We are apart.<br \/>\nWulf is on one isle, I am on another.<br \/>\nFast is that island set among the fens.<br \/>\nMurderous are the people who inhabit<br \/>\nThat island.  They will wish to capture him<br \/>\nIf he comes with a troop.  We are apart.<br \/>\nGrieved have I for my Wulf with distant longings.<br \/>\nThen was it rainy weather, and I sad,<br \/>\nWhen the bold warrior laid his arms about me.<br \/>\nI took delight in that and also pain.<br \/>\nO Wulf, my Wulf, my longing for your coming<br \/>\nHas made me ill, the rareness of your visits,<br \/>\nMy grieving spirit, not the lack of food.<br \/>\nEadwacer, do you hear me? For a wolf<br \/>\nShall carry to the woods our wretched whelp.<br \/>\nMen very easily may put asunder<br \/>\nThat which was never joined, our song together.<\/p>\n<p><!--more-->&#8212;&#8211;<\/p>\n<p>Leodum is minum swylce him mon lac gife;<br \/>\nwilla\u00f0 hy hine a\u00feecgan, gif he on \u00fereat cyme\u00f0.<br \/>\nUngelic is us.<br \/>\nWulf is on iege, ic on o\u00feerre.<br \/>\nF\u00e6st is \u00fe\u00e6t eglond, fenne biworpen.<br \/>\nSindon w\u00e6lreowe weras \u00fe\u00e6r on ige;<br \/>\nwilla\u00f0 hy hine a\u00feecgan, gif he on \u00fereat cyme\u00f0.<br \/>\nUngelice is us.<br \/>\nWulfes ic mines widlastum wenum dogode;<br \/>\n\u00feonne hit w\u00e6s renig weder ond ic reotugu s\u00e6t,<br \/>\n\u00feonne mec se beaducafa bogum bilegde,<br \/>\nw\u00e6s me wyn to \u00feon, w\u00e6s me hw\u00e6\u00fere eac la\u00f0.<br \/>\nWulf, min Wulf, wena me \u00feine<br \/>\nseoce gedydon, \u00feine seldcymas,<br \/>\nmurnende mod, nales meteliste.<br \/>\nGehyrest \u00feu, Eadwacer? Uncerne earne hwelp<br \/>\nbire\u00f0 Wulf to wuda.<br \/>\n\u00fe\u00e6t mon ea\u00fee toslite\u00f0 \u00fe\u00e6tte n\u00e6fre gesomnad w\u00e6s,<br \/>\nuncer giedd geador.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>modern translation: old english: audio read by Burton Raffel and Robert P. Creed. recordings made on January 1, 1964. audio translation unknown. text translation from the Old English by Richard Hamer. It is as though my people had been given A present. They will wish to capture him If he comes with a troop. 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