|I stretch beyond the bounds of the world,
I'm smaller than a worm, outstrip the sun,
I shine more brightly than the moon. The swelling seas,
The fair face of the earth, and all the green fields,
Are within my grasp. I cover the depths,
And plunge beneath hell; I ascend above heaven,
Highland of renown; I reach beyond
The boundaries of the land of blessed angles.
I fill far and wide all the corners of the earth
And the ocean streams. Say what my name is.
|I'm by nature solitary, scarred by spear
And wounded by sword, weary of battle.
I frequently see the face of war, and fight
Hateful enemies; yet I hold no hope
Of help being brought to me in the battle,
Before I'm ev.entually done to death.
In the stronghold of the city sharp-edged swords,
Skillfully forged in the flame by smiths,
Bite deeply into me. I can but await
A more fearsome encounter; it is not for me
To discover in the city any of those doctors
Who heal grievous wounds with roots and herbs.
The scars from sword wounds gape wider and wider;
Death blows are dealt me by day and by night.
|On the way a miracle: water became bone.
|My head was hammered into shape, scarred
By sharp chisels, scoured by a file.
I swallow whatever faces me whenever.
Wearing rings, I thrust firmly
Against a hard object; hollowed out
From behind. I strain at what stands
Between my lord and his mind's desire
At midnight. I guard gold at times,
And pull back my poking nose
When my lord plans to plunder heirlooms
From those he has subdued, to wreak
Savage vengeance just as he pleases.