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Riddle 85

Old English, Exeter Book

My hall is not silent, nor I myself loudAbout my long life. The lord sent for us bothour entwined quest. I'm quicker than himand starker at times but he's more steady than I.Whilst I may rest, he runs ever on.Each day I'm alive, I dwell within himand if dealt apart, I die from withoutI sing of my fate. say, what is my name?

The original, glossed

Nis min sele swige, ne ic sylfa hludNot-is my hall silent, nor I myself loudymb ...... unc dryhten scopabout [blank space in the manuscript, room for about seven letters] for-us-two [dual dat.] lord shapedsiþ ætsomne. Ic eom swiftre þonne he,journey together. I am swifter than he,þragum strengra, he þreohtigra.at-times stronger, he more-enduring.Hwilum ic me reste; he sceal yrnan forð.At-times I me [refl.] rest; he must run forth.Ic him in wunige a þenden ic lifge;I him in dwell ever while I live;gif wit unc gedælað, me bið deað witod.if we-two [dual] us-two [dual] separate, for-me is death ordained.

Original text: Krapp and Dobbie, eds., The Exeter Book, ASPR 3 (1936), Riddle 85.

The original, glossed

Translation

Nis min sele swige, ne ic sylfa hludNot-is my hall silent, nor I myself loud
My hall is not silent, nor I myself loud
ymb ...... unc dryhten scopabout [blank space in the manuscript, room for about seven letters] for-us-two [dual dat.] lord shaped
About my long life. The lord sent for us both
siþ ætsomne. Ic eom swiftre þonne he,journey together. I am swifter than he,
our entwined quest. I'm quicker than him
þragum strengra, he þreohtigra.at-times stronger, he more-enduring.
and starker at times but he's more steady than I.
Hwilum ic me reste; he sceal yrnan forð.At-times I me [refl.] rest; he must run forth.
Whilst I may rest, he runs ever on.
Ic him in wunige a þenden ic lifge;I him in dwell ever while I live;
Each day I'm alive, I dwell within him
gif wit unc gedælað, me bið deað witod.if we-two [dual] us-two [dual] separate, for-me is death ordained.
and if dealt apart, I die from without
I sing of my fate. say, what is my name?

Original text: Krapp and Dobbie, eds., The Exeter Book, ASPR 3 (1936), Riddle 85.