From “Old English Rune Poem”
By Anonymous
Translated By Miller Oberman

Wealth is a comfort to every man
yet every man must divide it mightily
If he wishes to have the measurer’s mercy

The ox is steady-hearted and over-horned
A fierce and famous beast it fights with horns
Glorious moor-stepper that is a noble creature

Riding is mild for warriors at their hearthsides
and strong-bold for he mounted on the back
of a mighty horse over a distance measured in miles

A gift is the grace and praise of men
and warmth and worthship to all exiles
sustenance for him who is stripped of all else

Joy is won by whoever knows little of woe
sourness or sorrow and who has for himself
breath and bliss and fullness and a fortified place

Need is bound in the breast yet nonetheless becomes for the
sons of men
a help and healing both if they heed in time

Elk-sedge is found most often in a fen
it waxes in water and wounds severely
burns in the blood of each man’s body
who with his hand takes hold of it

Man in mirth is dear to his kin
yet must every one betray the other
for that reason the Lord dooms
wretched flesh be taken by the earth
Source: Poetry (July/August 2013)