Beowulf - Chapter 17: Banquet (continued) - The Scop's Song of Finn and Hnæf lyrics

And the atheling of earlmen to each of the heroes Who the ways of the waters went with Beowulf, A costly gift-token gave on the mead-bench, Offered an heirloom, and ordered that that man With gold should be paid for, whom Grendel had erstwhile Wickedly slaughtered, as he more of them had done Had far-seeing God and the mood of the hero The fate not averted: the Father then governed All of the earth-dwellers, as He ever is doing; Hence insight for all men is everywhere fittest, Forethought of spirit! much he shall suffer Of lief and of loathsome who long in this present Useth the world in this woful existence. There was music and merriment mingling together Touching Healfdene's leader; the joy-wood was fingered, Measures recited, when the singer of Hrothgar On mead-bench should mention the merry hall-joyance Of the kinsmen of Finn, when onset surprised them: “The Half-Danish hero, Hnæf of the Scyldings, On the field of the Frisians was fated to perish. Sure Hildeburg needed not mention approving The faith of the Jutemen: though blameless entirely, When shields were shivered she was shorn of her darlings, Of bairns and brothers: they bent to their fate With war-spear wounded; woe was that woman. Not causeless lamented the daughter of Hoce The decree of the Wielder when morning-light came and She was able 'neath heaven to behold the destruction Of brothers and bairns, where the brightest of earth-joys She had hitherto had: all the henchmen of Finn War had offtaken, save a handful remaining, That he nowise was able to offer resistance To the onset of Hengest in the parley of battle, Nor the wretched remnant to rescue in war from The earl of the atheling; but they offered conditions, Another great building to fully make ready, A hall and a high-seat, that half they might rule with The sons of the Jutemen, and that Folcwalda's son would Day after day the Danemen honor When gifts were giving, and grant of his ring-store To Hengest's earl-troop ever so freely, Of his gold-plated j**els, as he encouraged the Frisians On the bench of the beer-hall. On both sides they swore then A fast-binding compact; Finn unto Hengest With no thought of revoking vowed then most solemnly The woe-begone remnant well to take charge of, His Witan advising; the agreement should no one By words or works weaken and shatter, By artifice ever injure its value, Though reaved of their ruler their ring-giver's slayer They followed as va**als, Fate so requiring: Then if one of the Frisians the quarrel should speak of In tones that were taunting, terrible edges Should cut in requital. Accomplished the oath was, And treasure of gold from the hoard was uplifted. The best of the Scylding braves was then fully Prepared for the pile; at the pyre was seen clearly The blood-gory burnie, the boar with his gilding, The iron-hard swine, athelings many Fatally wounded; no few had been slaughtered. Hildeburg bade then, at the burning of Hnæf, The bairn of her bosom to bear to the fire, That his body be burned and borne to the pyre. The woe-stricken woman wept on his shoulder, In measures lamented; upmounted the hero. The greatest of dead-fires curled to the welkin, On the hill's-front crackled; heads were a-melting, Wound-doors bursting, while the blood was a-coursing From body-bite fierce. The fire devoured them, Greediest of spirits, whom war had offcarried From both of the peoples; their bravest were fallen.