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Beowulf (Bilingual Edition)

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by Seamus Heaney


  to be reinstated. Then the vault was rifled,

  the ring-hoard robbed, and the wretched man

  had his request granted. His master gazed

  on that find from the past for the first time.

  The dragon in turmoil

  When the dragon awoke, trouble flared again.

  He rippled down the rock, writhing with anger

  when he saw the footprints of the prowler who had stolen

  2290 too close to his dreaming head.

  So may a man not marked by fate

  easily escape exile and woe

  by the grace of God.

  The hoard-guardian

  scorched the ground as he scoured and hunted

  for the trespasser who had troubled his sleep.

  Hot and savage, he kept circling and circling

  the outside of the mound. No man appeared

  in that desert waste, but he worked himself up

  by imagining battle; then back in he’d go

  2300 in search of the cup, only to discover

  signs that someone had stumbled upon

  the golden treasures. So the guardian of

  the mound, the hoard-watcher, waited for the gloaming

  with fierce impatience; his pent-up fury

  at the loss of the vessel made him long to hit back

  and lash out in flames. Then, to his delight,

  the day waned and he could wait no longer

  behind the wall, but hurtled forth

  in a fiery blaze. The first to suffer

  2310 were the people on the land, but before long

  it was their treasure-giver who would come to grief.

  The dragon wreaks havoc on the Geats

  The dragon began to belch out flames

  and burn bright homesteads; there was a hot glow

  that scared everyone, for the vile sky-winger

  would leave nothing alive in his wake.

  Everywhere the havoc he wrought was in evidence.

  Far and near, the Geat nation

  bore the brunt of his brutal assaults

  and virulent hate. Then back to the hoard

  2320 he would dart before daybreak, to hide in his den.

  He had swinged the land, swathed it in flame,

  in fire and burning, and now he felt secure

  in the vaults of his barrow; but his trust was unavailing.

  Beowulf’s ominous feelings about the dragon

  Then Beowulf was given bad news,

  a hard truth: his own home,

  the best of buildings, had been burnt to a cinder,

  the throne-room of the Geats. It threw the hero

  into deep anguish and darkened his mood:

  the wise man thought he must have thwarted

  2330 ancient ordinance of the eternal Lord,

  broken His commandment. His mind was in turmoil,

  unaccustomed anxiety and gloom

  confused his brain; the fire-dragon

  had rased the coastal region and reduced

  forts and earthworks to dust and ashes,

  so the war-king planned and plotted his revenge.

  The warriors’ protector, prince of the hall-troop,

  ordered a marvellous all-iron shield

  from his smithy works. He well knew

  2340 that linden boards would let him down

  and timber burn. After many trials,

  he was destined to face the end of his days

  in this mortal world; as was the dragon,

  for all his long leasehold on the treasure.

  Beowulf’s pride and prowess sustain him

  Yet the prince of the rings was too proud

  to line up with a large army

  against the sky-plague. He had scant regard

  for the dragon as a threat, no dread at all

  of its courage or strength, for he had kept going

  2350 often in the past, through perils and ordeals

  of every sort, after he had purged

  Hrothgar’s hall, triumphed in Heorot

  and beaten Grendel. He outgrappled the monster

  and his evil kin.

  A flashback: Hygelac’s death, Beowulf’s rearguard action and escape across the sea

  One of his cruellest

  hand-to-hand encounters had happened

  when Hygelac, king of the Geats, was killed

  in Friesland: the people’s friend and lord,

  Hrethel’s son, slaked a sword blade’s

  thirst for blood. But Beowulf’s prodigious

  2360 gifts as a swimmer guaranteed his safety:

  he arrived at the shore, shouldering thirty

  battle-dresses, the booty he had won.

  There was little for the Hetware to be happy about

  as they shielded their faces and fighting on the ground

  began in earnest. With Beowulf against them,

  few could hope to return home.

  Beowulf acts as counsellor to Hygelac’s heir, Heardred

  Across the wide sea, desolate and alone,

  the son of Ecgtheow swam back to his people.

  There Hygd offered him throne and authority

  2370 as lord of the ring-hoard: with Hygelac dead,

  she had no belief in her son’s ability

  to defend their homeland against foreign invaders.

  Yet there was no way the weakened nation

  could get Beowulf to give in and agree

  to be elevated over Heardred as his lord

  or to undertake the office of kingship.

  But he did provide support for the prince,

  honoured and minded him until he matured

  as the ruler of Geatland.

  Heardred is implicated in Swedish feuds and slain

  Then over sea-roads

  2380 exiles arrived, sons of Ohthere.

  They had rebelled against the best of all

  the sea-kings in Sweden, the one who held sway

  in the Shylfing nation, their renowned prince,

  lord of the mead-hall. That marked the end

  for Hygelac’s son: his hospitality

  was mortally rewarded with wounds from a sword.

  Heardred lay slaughtered and Onela returned

  to the land of Sweden, leaving Beowulf

  to ascend the throne, to sit in majesty

  2390 and rule over the Geats. He was a good king.

  Beowulf inherits the kingship, settles the feuding

  In days to come, he contrived to avenge

  the fall of his prince; he befriended Eadgils

  when Eadgils was friendless, aiding his cause

  with weapons and warriors over the wide sea,

  sending him men. The feud was settled

  on a comfortless campaign when he killed Onela.

  And so the son of Ecgtheow had survived

  every extreme, excelling himself in daring and

  in danger, until the day arrived

  2400 when he had to come face to face with the dragon.

  The day of reckoning: Beowulf and his troop reconnoitre

  The lord of the Geats took eleven comrades

  and went in a rage to reconnoitre.

  By then he had discovered the cause of the affliction

  being visited on the people. The precious cup

  had come to him from the hand of the finder,

  the one who had started all this strife

  and was now added as a thirteenth to their number.

  They press-ganged and compelled this poor creature

  to be their guide. Against his will

  2410 he led them to the earth-vault he alone knew,

  an underground barrow near the sea-billows

  and heaving waves, heaped inside

  with exquisite metalwork. The one who stood guard

  was dangerous and watchful, warden of that trove

  buried under earth: no easy bargain

  would be made in that
place by any man.

  The veteran king sat down on the cliff-top.

  Beowulf’s forebodings

  He wished good luck to the Geats who had shared

  his hearth and his gold. He was sad at heart,

  2420 unsettled yet ready, sensing his death.

  His fate hovered near, unknowable but certain:

  it would soon claim his coffered soul,

  part life from limb. Before long

  the prince’s spirit would spin free from his body.

  He recalls his early days as a ward at King Hrethel’s court

  Beowulf, son of Ecgtheow, spoke:

  “Many a skirmish I survived when I was young

  and many times of war: I remember them well.

  At seven, I was fostered out by my father,

  left in the charge of my people’s lord.

  2430 King Hrethel kept me and took care of me,

  was open-handed, behaved like a kinsman.

  While I was his ward, he treated me no worse

  as a wean about the place than one of his own boys,

  Herebeald and Haethcyn, or my own Hygelac.

  An accidental killing and its sad consequences for Hrethel

  For the eldest, Herebeald, an unexpected

  deathbed was laid out, through a brother’s doing,

  when Haethcyn bent his horn-tipped bow

  and loosed the arrow that destroyed his life.

  He shot wide and buried a shaft

  2440 in the flesh and blood of his own brother.

  That offence was beyond redress, a wrongfooting

  of the heart’s affections; for who could avenge

  the prince’s life or pay his death-price?

  Hrethel’s loss reflected in “The Father’s Lament”

  It was like the misery felt by an old man

  who has lived to see his son’s body

  swing on the gallows. He begins to keen

  and weep for his boy, watching the raven

  gloat where he hangs: he can be of no help.

  The wisdom of age is worthless to him.

  2450 Morning after morning, he wakes to remember

  that his child is gone; he has no interest

  in living on until another heir

  is born in the hall, now that his first-born

  has entered death’s dominion forever.

  He gazes sorrowfully at his son’s dwelling,

  the banquet hall bereft of all delight,

  the windswept hearthstone; the horsemen are sleeping,

  the warriors under ground; what was is no more.

  No tunes from the harp, no cheer raised in the yard.

  2460 Alone with his longing, he lies down on his bed

  and sings a lament; everything seems too large ,

  the steadings and the fields.

  Such was the feeling

  of loss endured by the lord of the Geats

  after Herebeald’s death. He was helplessly placed

  to set to rights the wrong committed,

  could not punish the killer in accordance with the law

  of the blood-feud, although he felt no love for him.

  Heartsore, wearied, he turned away

  from life’s joys, chose God’s light

  2470 and departed, leaving buildings and lands

  to his sons, as a man of substance will.

  Beowulf continues his account of wars between the Geats and the Swedes

  “Then over the wide sea Swedes and Geats

  battled and feuded and fought without quarter.

  Hostilities broke out when Hrethel died.

  Ongentheow’s sons were unrelenting,

  refusing to make peace, campaigning violently

  from coast to coast, constantly setting up

  terrible ambushes around Hreasnahill.

  My own kith and kin avenged

  2480 these evil events, as everybody knows,

  but the price was high: one of them paid

  with his life. Haethcyn, lord of the Geats,

  met his fate there and fell in the battle.

  The Swedish king, Ongentheow, dies at the hands of Eofor, one of Hygelac’s thanes

  Then, as I have heard, Hygelac’s sword

  was raised in the morning against Ongentheow,

  his brother’s killer. When Eofor cleft

  the old Swede’s helmet, halved it open,

 

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