Deor

A heavy-hearted man sits deprived of luck

He grows gloomy in his mind and thinks of himself

himself That his share of Troubles May be Endless

He can then consider that THROUGHOUT this WORLD The wise Lord often Brings about Change

To many a man, He Shows him Grace

And certain FAME ; And to some a share of WOES

I wish to say this about myself: That for a time I was the Heodenings’ poet

Dear to my lord - my name was “Deor”

For many years I had a profitable position,

A loyal lord until now that Heorrenda, the man Skilled in song Has received the estate

Which the warrior’s guardian had given to Me

That went by, So can this.