Anglo-Saxon Riddles of the Exeter Book/57
|I war oft against wave and fight against wind,
do battle with both, when I reach to the ground,
covered by the waters. The land is strange to me.
I am strong in the strife if I stay at rest.
If I fail at that, they are stronger than I
and forthwith they wrench me and put me to rout.
They would carry away what I ought to defend.
I withstand them then if my tail endures
and the stones hold me fast. Ask what my name is.
|Oft ic sceal wiþ wæge winnan wiþ winde feohtan|
somod wið þā þōn ic secan gewite
eorþan yþum þeaht me biþ se eþel fremde
ic beom strong þæs gewinnes gif ic stille weorþe
gif me þæs tosæleð hi beoð swiþran þōn ic
mec slitende sona flymað
willað oþfergan þæt ic friþian sceal
ic him forstonde gif min steort þolað
mec stiþne wiþ stanas moton
fæste gehabban frige hwæt ic hatte