Wulf is on an island, I on another
That island is fast, enwarped with fens
On this island, slaughter-cruel men are;
They will devour him if he approaches their pack
It is different with us
It is different with us
It is different with us
It is different with us
I hounded Wulf with my wide-ranging hopes
When it was rainy weather and I sat, wailing;
Then the battle-strong boughs enclosed me:
For me there was joy, but also loathing
Wulf, my Wulf! My desire for you
Has made me sick, (your seldom-comings
My mourning mind), more than meals missed
Do you hear, Eadwacer? Our wretched whelp
A wolf bears to the woods
One can easily sever that which was never joined:
Our song together
Our song together
Our song together
Our song together