Went then a war-brave, his weapon uplifted, 130
His shield for defence, and strode towards the chief;
So earnest he went, the earl to the churl: 
Each for the other of evil was thinking. 
Sent then the seaman his spear from the south
That wounded was the warrior’s lord; 135
Then he shoved with his shield that the shaft in two broke,
And the spear was shivered; so sprang it back. 
Enraged was the warrior:  with his spear he thrust
The wiking proud, who the wound him gave. 
Wise was the warrior; he let his spear pierce 140
Through the neck of the youth; his hand it guided
So that he his foe of life deprived. 
Then he another speedily shot,
That the byrnie burst; in breast was he wounded
Through the ringed mail; there stood in his heart 145
The poisonous point.  The earl was the gladder;
Laughed the proud man, to his Maker gave thanks
For the work of that day that the Lord him gave. 
Then let one of warriors a dart from his hands,
Fly from his fist, that forth it went 150
Through that noble thane of AEthelred. 
There stood by his side a youth not grown,
A boy in the fight, who very boldly
Drew from the warrior the bloody spear,
The son of Wulfstan, Wulfmaer the young; 155
He let the hard weapon fly back again;
The point in-pierced, that on earth he lay
Who erst his lord strongly had struck. 
Went then an armored man to the earl,
He would the warrior’s jewels fetch back, 160
Armor and rings and sword well-adorned. 
Then Byrhtnoth drew his sword from its sheath,
Broad and brown-edged, and on byrnie he struck: 
Too quickly him hindered one of the seamen,
When he of the earl the arm had wounded; 165
Fell then to earth the fallow-hilt sword: 
He might not hold the hardened brand,
His weapon wield.  Yet the word he spake,
The hoary hero the youths encouraged,
Bade forwards go his good companions:  170
He might not on foot longer stand firm;
He looked up to heaven, [the earl exclaimed:[17]]
“I thanks to thee give, Ruler of nations,
For all those joys that on earth I experienced: 
Now, Maker mild, most need have I 175
That thou to my spirit the blessing grant,
That my soul to thee may take its course,
Into thy power, Prince of angels,
With peace may go:  I pray to thee,
That fiends of hell may not it harm.” 180
Then hewed him down the heathen hinds,
And both the warriors, who by him stood,
AElfnoth and Wulfmaer both lay down dead,
Beside their lord gave up their lives. 
Then bowed they from battle who there would not be; 185