Ordered then Hildeburh at Hnæf’s funeral pyre
her own son committed to the blaze,
bone-vessel to burn, and on pyre placed
at his uncle’s shoulder. The woman mourned,
lamenting in dirge; the warrior ascended;
wound to the clouds in the funeral pyre’s mist,
it roared before the barrow. Heads melted
wound-gashes burst, then blood sprang forth,
grievous wounds of the body. The corpses all it swallowed,
greediest spirit, of whom there war had carried off
of both bands; and so it was their glory passed away.
Departed then with him the warriors,
deprived of friends, Frisia saw,
homes and stronghold. Hengest then still
the slaughter-stained winter stayed with Finn
with ill-fated courage; thinking on the homeland,
though he could [not] sail on the sea
in a ring-prowed ship. The sea surged in storm,
contended with wind; winter the waves locked
icebound until another cam,
year in dwelling, which now still it does,
that always the proper seasons observed,
wonderfully bright weather. Then was winter departed
from Earth’s beautiful lap; eager to go was the exile,
guest of the dwellings; he of revenge
oftener thought when on sea-journey
if he a hostile encounter could bring about
that he the Jutes’s bairns in his heart might remember.
So he did not refuse the law of the world
when to him Hunlafing the battle-light,
the finest sword, on his lap placed;
its edges were known among the Jutes.
Likewise to spirit-bold Finn afterwards befell
cruel death at the sword in his own home,
Afterwards of the grim attack Gu∂laf and Oslaf
after their sea-journey spoke of the sorrow,
blamed their share of the woes; it could not, the restless spirit
constrain itself in the heart. Then was the hall reddened
with enemies’s blood, and Finn slain,
king of the troop, and the queen taken.
The Warrior-Scyldings to the ship carried
all possessions of the king of the land,
such as they at Finn’s house could find
jewels, finely worked gems. They in seajourney
the noble wife to Daneland carried,
led her to her people.