Anglo-Saxon Riddles of the Exeter Book/3
|I saw a being in wondrous wise
hold its plunder between its horns,
a vessel of light, of shining beauty,
bringing it home, a spoil of battle.
It wished to build a bower in the burg
and cunningly place it —if so might be.
Then a wondrous being came over the roof,
known to all children of mortal men,
recovered the spoil and then brought back
the unwilling exile. Westward it went,
hurrying home after the battle.
Dust rose to the skies; dew fell on the ground;
night departed and none thereafter
knew its way, whither it went.
|Ic wiht geseah wundorlice
lyftfæt leohtlic listrum gegierwed
huþe to þam ham of þā heresiþe
walde hyre on þære byrig bur
searwum asettan gif hit swa meahte ·
ða cwom wundorlicu wiht ofer wealles hrof
seo is eallum cuð eorðbuendum
ahredde þa þa huþe to ham
wreccan ofer willan gewat hyre west þonan
fæhþum feran forð
dust stonc to heofonum deaw feol on eorþan
niht forð gewat nænig siþþan
wera gewiste þære wihte sið