Kingdom’s keeper, counsel to follow, Not to go to the guardian of the gold-hoard, but let him Lie where he long was, live in his dwelling Till the end of the world. Met we a destiny Hard to endure: the hoard has been looked at, Been gained very grimly; too grievous the fate that The prince of the people pricked to come thither. I was therein and all of it looked at, The building’s equipments, since access was given me, Not kindly at all entrance permitted Within under earth-wall. Hastily seized I And held in my hands a huge-weighing burden Of hoard-treasures costly, hither out bare them To my liegelord belovèd: life was yet in him, And consciousness also; the old one discoursed then Much and mournfully, commanded to greet you, Bade that remembering the deeds of your friend-lord Ye build on the fire-hill of corpses a lofty Burial-barrow, broad and far-famous, As ’mid world-dwelling warriors he was widely most honored While he reveled in riches. Let us rouse us and hasten