Beda's death song (old English poem with translation)

 

Fore thaem neidfaerae naenig wirthit

thoncsnotturra than him tharf sie

to ymbhycggannae aer his hiniongae

hweat his gastae godaes aeththae yflaes

aefter deothdaege doemid weorthae

 

Before that sudden journey no one is wiser in

thought than he needs to be, in considering,

before his departure, what will be adjudged to

his soul, of good or evil, after his death-day

 

 

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