Anglo-Saxon Riddles of the Exeter Book/78
|Often a goodly damsel, a lady, locked me
close in a chest. Sometimes with her hands
she took me out and gave me to her lord,
a fine chieftain, as he commanded her.
Then he thrust his head well inside me,
up from below, into the narrow part.
If the strength prevailed of him who received me,
adorned as I was, something or other rough
was due to fill me. Guess what I mean.
|Oft mec fæste bileac freolicu meowle|
ides on earce hwilum up ateah
folmum sinum frean sealde
holdum þeodne swa hio haten wæs
siðþan me on hreþre heafod sticade
nioþan upweardne on nearo fegde
gif þæs ondfengan ellen dohte
þe mec fyllan sceolde
ruwes nathwæt ræd hwæt ic mæne