Translation by Professor Michael Alexander (University of St. Andrews,
and published in The Earliest English Poems (Penguin Classics1967, 1977)
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Hwaet! Ic swefna cyst secgan wylle,
hwaet me gemaette to midre nihte,
syththan reordberend reste wunedon.
Hwaet! A dream came to me
at deep midnight
kept their beds
- the dream of dreams!
I shall declare it.
It seemed I saw the Tree itself
Borne on the air, light wound about it,
- a beam of brightest wood, a beacon clad
in overlapping gold, glancing gems
fair at its foot, and five stones
set in a crux flashed from the crosstree.
Around angels of God
all gazed upon it,
since first fashioning fair.
It was not a felon's gallows,
for holy ghosts beheld it there,
and men on mould, and the whole
Making shone for it
- signum of victory!
Stained and marred,
stricken with shame, I saw the glory-tree
shine out gaily, sheathed in yellow
decorous gold; and gemstones made
for their Maker's Tree a right mail-coat.
Yet through the masking gold I might perceive
what terrible sufferings were once sustained thereon:
it bled from the right side.
Ruth in the heart.
Afraid I saw that unstill brightness
change raiment and colour
- again clad in gold
or again slicked with sweat,
spangled with spilling blood.
Yet lying there a long while
I beheld, sorrowing, the Healer's Tree
yill it seemed that I heard how it broke silence,
Best of wood, and began to speak:
"Over that long remove my mind ranges
back to the holt where I was hewn down;
from my own stem I was struck away,
dragged off by strong enemies,
wrought into a roadside scaffold.
They made me a hoist for wrongdoers.
The soldiers on their shoulders bore me,
until on a hill-top they set me up;
many enemies made me fast there.
Then I saw, marching toward me,
mankind's brave King;
He came to climb upon me.
I dared not break or bend aside
against God's will, though the ground itself
shook at my feet. Fast I stood,
who falling could have felled them all...
I was reared up, a rood.
I raised the great King,
liege lord of the heavens,
dared not lean from the true.
They drove me through with dark nails:
on me are the deep wounds manifest...