I can say I have not suffered
But we should live far from words
At dawn I set out then to search deep waves
Laid in secret, tossing with longings
Part old world, each wide wanderer that man’s kinsmen
Forsook so that as now I am most wretchedly up

I was where my sorrow grew such hardships
These from my family I draw in or
By the anguish of this world
Since his lord might be fretted to us first
To her plans
A lot my sorrow for the I, for the other
My lord, my man, tortured, friendless, seized in the
sadness that new exile