{The gleeman sings the deeds of heroes.}
[3]A
man of celebrity, mindful of rhythms,
Who
ancient traditions treasured in memory,
New
word-groups found properly bound:
35 The bard
after ’gan then Beowulf’s venture
{He sings in alliterative measures of Beowulf’s prowess.}
Wisely
to tell of, and words that were clever
To
utter skilfully, earnestly speaking,
Everything
told he that he heard as to Sigmund’s
{Also of Sigemund, who has slain a great fire-dragon.}
Mighty
achievements, many things hidden,
40 The strife
of the Waelsing, the wide-going ventures
The
children of men knew of but little,
The
feud and the fury, but Fitela with him,
When
suchlike matters he minded to speak of,
Uncle
to nephew, as in every contention
45 Each
to other was ever devoted:
A
numerous host of the race of the scathers
They
had slain with the sword-edge. To Sigmund accrued
then
No
little of glory, when his life-days were over,
Since
he sturdy in struggle had destroyed the great dragon,
50 The hoard-treasure’s
keeper; ’neath the hoar-grayish stone he,
The
son of the atheling, unaided adventured
The
perilous project; not present was Fitela,
Yet
the fortune befell him of forcing his weapon
Through
the marvellous dragon, that it stood in the wall,
55 Well-honored
weapon; the worm was slaughtered.
The
great one had gained then by his glorious achievement
To
reap from the ring-hoard richest enjoyment,
[32] As best it did please him: his vessel
he loaded,
Shining
ornaments on the ship’s bosom carried,
60 Kinsman
of Waels: the drake in heat melted.
{Sigemund was widely famed.}
He
was farthest famed of fugitive pilgrims,
Mid
wide-scattered world-folk, for works of great prowess,
War-troopers’
shelter: hence waxed he in honor.[4]
{Heremod, an unfortunate Danish king, is introduced by way of contrast.}
Afterward
Heremod’s hero-strength failed him,
65 His vigor
and valor. ’Mid venomous haters
To
the hands of foemen he was foully delivered,
Offdriven
early. Agony-billows
{Unlike Sigemund and Beowulf, Heremod was a burden to his people.}
Oppressed
him too long, to his people he became then,
To
all the athelings, an ever-great burden;
70 And the
daring one’s journey in days of yore
Many
wise men were wont to deplore,
Such
as hoped he would bring them help in their sorrow,
That
the son of their ruler should rise into power,
Holding
the headship held by his fathers,
75 Should
govern the people, the gold-hoard and borough,
The
kingdom of heroes, the realm of the Scyldings.