Leodum is minum swylce him mon lac gife;
Willað hy hine aþecgan, gif he on þreat cymeð
Ungelic is us
Wulf is on iege, ic on oþerre
Fæst is þæt eglond, fenne biworpen
Sindon wælreowe weras þær on ige;
Willað hy hine aþecgan, gif he on þreat cymeð
Ungelice is us
(x2)
Wulfes ic mines widlastum wenum dogode;
þonne hit wæs renig weder ond ic reotugu sæt
þonne mec se beaducafa bogum bilegde
Wæs me wyn to þon, wæs me hwæþre eac lað
Ungelice is us
(x3)
Wulf, min Wulf, wena me þine
Seoce gedydon, þine seldcymas
Murnende mod, nales meteliste
Gehyrest þu, Eadwacer? Uncerne earne hwelp
Bireð Wulf to wuda, bireð Wulf to wuda
þæt mon eaþe tosliteð þætte næfre gesomnad wæs
Uncer giedd geador
Uncer giedd geador
Gehyrest þu, Eadwacer? Uncerne earne hwelp
Bireð Wulf to wuda, bireð Wulf to wuda
Ungelice is us
(x9)
English translation:
It is to my people as if someone gave them my gift
They want to k** him, if he comes with a troop
It is different for us
Wulf is on one island I on another
That island, surrounded by fens, is secure
There on the island are bloodthirsty men
They want to k** him, if he comes with a troop
It is different for us
(x2)
I thought of my Wulf with far-wandering hopes
Whenever it was rainy weather, and I sat tearfully
Whenever the warrior bold in battle encompa**ed me with his arms
To me it was pleasure in that, it was also painful
It is different for us
(X3)
Wulf, my Wulf, my hopes for you have caused
My sickness, your infrequent visits
A mourning spirit, not at all a lack of food
Do you hear, Eadwacer? A wolf is carrying
Our wretched whelp to the forest
That one easily sunders which was never united:
Our song together