Christ, the commander, the true lord of victories,
ordained me for conflict. I burn the living,
unnumbered mortals, over all the earth.
I afflict them with pain, yet never I touch them,
whenever my lord bids me to battle.
Sometimes I gladden the minds of many;
sometimes I comfort those I make war on,
even from afar. They feel it, nonetheless,
the hurt and the healing, when now and again,
over deep tribulation, I better their fortunes.
Mec gesette soð sigora waldend
crist to compe oft ic cwice bærne
unrimu cyn eorþan getenge
næte mid niþe swa ic him no hrine ·
þōn mec min frea feohtan hateþ
hwilum ic monigra mod arete
hwilum ic frefre þa ic ær winne · ōn
feorran swiþe hi þæs felað þeah
swylce þæs oþres þonne ic eft hyra
ofer deop gedreag drohtað betan