Li Bai: Airs of Ancientry No.14 "Lament of the Empire's Conscript" (From Chinese)

Airs of Ancientry No.14 – Lament of the Empire's Conscript   
By Lǐ Bái
Translated by A.Z. Foreman
Click to hear me recite the original in a reconstructed Medieval Chang'anese pronunciation

At the border post　ablast with sand
And grim with wind　since god knows when　
Where leaves are felled　on fall-tawned grass
From my tower I eye　enemy terrain,
See weed-choked forts　in wasteland abandoned,
The marchland towns　where not a wall remains,
The whitebleached bones　a thousand frosts have weathered
The jumbled barrows　that brushwood invades.
Who was it brought　this brute havoc?
Vaunting Northmen　moved with violent bane,
So flamed with anger　our emperor
Bade army-drums　beat for a war.
His spring-gentle mind　turned murderous weather, 
He sent out the troops　and turmoiled the state
With three hundred 　sixty thousand men
Now it's sorrow and tears　of sorrow like rain.
It grieved us but no　they make us go.
Can we work our farms　in these wild acres? 
Till you've seen the boys　serving at the border,
You don't grasp the pain 　of a borderland gate.　
Today Commander 　Li Mu is no more.
Frontier boys are just 　jackal prey.


The Original: 


古風其十四
李白

胡關饒風沙，
蕭索竟終古。
木落秋草黃，
登高望戎虜。
荒城空大漠，
邊邑無遺堵。
白骨橫千霜，
嵯峨蔽榛莽。
借問誰凌虐，
天驕毒威武。
赫怒我聖皇，
勞師事鼙鼓。
陽和變殺氣，
發卒騷中土。
三十六萬人，
哀哀淚如雨。
且悲就行役，
安得營農圃。
不見征戍兒，
豈知關山苦。
李牧今不在，
邊人飼豺虎。

Venerable Bede: Deathsong (From Old English)

Death Song
Attributed to the Venerable Bede
Translated by A.Z. Foreman

Before departing　 on the compelled journey
Through death's narrows,  　none is so clever
That he knows his own end　and needn't think
On what judgment he'll get　for good or evil,
Consider the soul's　sentencing hereafter.

Audio of me reciting the text in Very Late West Saxon


Audio of me reciting the text in Old Northumbrian


I plan to write something up with further explanation of what you hear in these recordings, as part of my Voices of Earlier English series. Two points right now.
Point the first: yes, we do have evidence for that uvular R in Old Northumbrian. (In fact, the uvular R survived in Northumbrian English into the 20th century and is still not quite dead yet.)
Point the second: my reading of the West Saxon text aims at the sound of the language in the early 11th century, which is why you hear all that vowel reduction. One way of putting it would be that I tried to imagine how a pupil of Ælfric of Eynsham would have read this text. Another would be to cut the bullshit and admit that I chose this date in order to weasel out of having to commit myself to one or another position about the"short" digraphs ĕa ĕo in this dialect. The traditional explanation is typologically implausible, but has endured in the literature because all the alternative accounts raise problems of their own. The question, like the mystery of what name Achilles took when he hid among the women, has given a great many nerds something to do. I think I know what the answer is, but I'll save that for my VOEE post. Anyway, an 11th century date allows me to just take ĕa as having already merged with /æ/ in this dialect, and ĕo as having the late value of /œ/. Both of which are uncontroversial and don't cause problems.

The Original:

(West Sахon)

For þām nīedfere　 nǣniġ wyrþeþ
þances snotora, 　þonne him þearf sȳ
tō ġehycgenne　 ǣr his heonangange
hwæt his gāste　 gōdes oþþe yfeles
æfter dēaþe heonon　 dēmed weorþe.

(Northumbrian)

Fore þēm nēdfæræ　 nǣnig wiorðit
þoncsnotora 　þan him þarf sīe
tō ymbhycggannæ　 ǣr his hionongǣ,
hwæt his gāstæ　 gōdæs æþþa yflæs
æfter dēoþdæge　dœ̄mid wiorðæ

Du Fu: Expressing What Struck Me (From Chinese)

Expressing What Struck Me
By Du Fu
Translated by A.Z. Foreman

The blades of war　 are still not laid to rest　
　Where are my sister　 where are my brothers today? 
I wipe away tears 　like blood upon my breast　
　I comb my hair 　strands fill my face with grey
Low is the land here 　vast, the wilderness　
　Distant, the heavens 　laggard, the twilight river
Sick and decrepit　 how can I last much longer? 　
　I'm sure I'll get　 no chance to see you ever 


The Original:
(Medieval Chinese transcribed using a slight modification of David Branner's system)

遣興　　　　　　khán_3by hèng₃
杜甫　　　　　　duó_1a  puó_3c 　

干戈猶未定，　　kan₁ kwe₁ you_3b mì_3a dèing₄
弟妹各何之。　　dèi₄ mèi_1a kak₁ ghe₁ tsyi_3d
拭淚霑襟血，　　syek₃ lwì_3c tram_3b kem_3x hwat₄
梳頭滿面絲。　　sruo_3b dou₁ mán₁ màn_3by si_3d
地卑荒野大，　　drì_3c pi_3by hwang₁ yá₃ dè₁
天遠暮江遲。　　than₄ ghwán_3a muò₁ kong₂ dri_3c
衰疾那能久，　　srwi_3c dzet_3b né₁ neng₁ kóu_3b
應無見汝時。　　èng₃ muo_3c kàn₄ nyuó_3b dzyi_3d

Al-Mutanabbi: On the Recapture of Al-Ḥadath (From Arabic)

A draft of this translation has been on my "unfinished" pile for over ten years. I now have managed to finish it. That draft was my first attempt at translating Classical Arabic verse, and at some point in the process I came up with a new verse-form that seemed fit for purpose, combining assonance with a four-beat alliterative meter (loosely based on Old English verse, though with many restrictions relaxed). I've never used that form since, and I don't know if I ever will.

The year is 954 A.D. Al-Ḥadath Al-Ḥamrā is a strategically important town on the Arab-Byzantine border, between Marˁaš and Malaṭiya, which depended for protection on a fortress built on nearby Mount Uḥaydib. After being captured and demilitarized in 950 by the Byzantines, it was retaken in October of 954 by Sayfu l-Dawla Abū Ḥasan Bin Ḥamdān, the Emir of Aleppo (whom I have seen fit to anglicize as Lord Ali the Realmsword) who set about refortifying it, only to be interrupted by the appearance of Byzantine forces under the command of Bardas Phocas. Before the end of the month, a decisive battle was fought around Mount Uhaydib. After a day of heavy fighting, Lord Realmsword with a small company of hardened men broke through the Byzantine line. Bardas' forces retreated, leaving members of his own family as prisoners. Lord Realmsword was then able to finish up the fortification of Al-Hadath, whereupon he had the pleasure of hearing his court poet Abū Ṭayyib Al-Mutanabbī recite the poem translated here in celebration of the occasion.

Audio of me reciting the text in Arabic


In Praise of Lord Realmsword on the Recapture of Al-Hadath
By Al-Mutanabbī
Translated by A.Z. Foreman

This translation is dedicated to Tahera Qutbuddin, in whose wonderful seminar I had the pleasure of reading this and other poems by Al-Mutanabbī and got some idea of how to translate him. 

Men of stature　set high standards
　as noble men　reach noble aims.
Resolutions measure　the resolve of men
　who show what they're made of　with what they make.
Great feats are small　in great men's eyes
　though small men call　their smallness great.⁽¹⁾

Behold our commander　Ali bin Hamdan,
　and see in him　our Sword of State.
He wills that his forces　show the force of his will
　though the task puts lance-honed　legions to shame,
He expects of his men　no more than himself
　but more than land-ruling　lions can claim.
The long-lived vultures　of  the vast drylands
　would pledge their lives　to protect his blades.
They'd meet no harm　though made with no talons
　since his sturdy arms　of steel were made.

Does that Red City　still realize her color,⁽²⁾
　whether cloudbursts brought her　the blood or the rain?
Where first she drank　of flashing stormclouds
　she drank of skulls　the day he came.
While blade beat blade　he built and braced her
　where she shook from the force　of the Fates' brute waves.
She lay mad in the hold　of an unholy spell
　that dead bodies broke　at break of day.

Though Fate displaced her　to a foreign creed,
　the strike of your swords　restored her Faith.
What nights yield to you　is yours forever.
　What they steal from you　they soon must repay.
Plans you pass are verbs　in the present now 
　having moved to past　before men can negate them.
How could Greeks and Russmen⁽³⁾ 　raze a stronghold
　raised with pikethrusts　 for pillars and base.
No wronged man died　nor wrongdoer lived
　when they called her to justice.　The Judge was Fate.

They moved on you hauling　such a mass of steel
　their coursers seemed legless　crossing the plain.
When they flashed, their blades 　all blended in
　with steel headgear and garments　aglint with day,
An army crawling　from east and west
　clamoring till the ears　of Orion⁽⁴⁾ ached,
A horde of tangled　tongues and peoples
　with translators for every　order relayed. 

Then that molten time　melted fake mettle 
　till only war's metal　and men remained
Every sword shattered　that failed to shatter
　the bulwark of bloodwood　and bucklers and mail
Every man who turned gutless　in fear of gutting
　fled from the ranks　of fighters that day. 
Where standing meant death　you stood your ground
　as if on the sleeping　eyelids of bane.
While wounded, fright-fouled　warriors ran past you
　you fought with a smile　and a shining face
and went beyond bounds　of bravery and reason
　till they said you knew　the Numen's ways.

I know how hawks 　will hold birds down
　in a grip to gut 　their grounded game.⁽⁵⁾
You squeezed the foe's wings　on a squirming heart
　and dealt hard death　to your downed prey
and skivered their skulls　when you still hadn't won
　then their vitals and throats　as victory came. 
You detested lances 　and tossed them aside
　as the sword went spitting　on the spear at close range. 

Let any who look　for the light of conquest
　see it in the luster　of lightweight blades.
You strewed them hard　over Uháydib like dirhams
　strewn over a woman　on her wedding day.  
You and your horses　trampled hilltop nests
　where fodder galore　before them lay.
The baby eaglets 　thought you'd brought their mothers back
　not the sturdy wingfoot 　steeds that raced
till they slipped and you had them　slide on their bellies　
　across the earth　like crawling snakes. 

Will the Domesticus⁽⁶⁾ advance　every day against you
　with coward neck fighting 　his advancing face? 
Does he not sense the lion's 　scent till he tastes it?
　Wildbeasts can sense　a lion on the way. 
Our leader's brute sorties　struck him hard 
　when his son, his wife's brother 　and his son were slain.
He scampered as his troops　helped him escape the swords
　which were busy hacking 　their heads away. 
He got the message 　of Mashrafi⁽⁷⁾ steel
　to his men, though told　 in the tongue of strangers. 
He was glad to surrender　not in stupidity
　but after his losses　even life was a gain.　
You are no mere king　who conquers his peer⁽⁸⁾
     but the thrust of one God　felling three-god pagans,
You have ennobled 　all of Adnan⁽⁹⁾,
　 Pride of the Outlands⁽¹⁰⁾　and all creation. 
The praise is yours　for my pearls of verse:
　I just string them. 　You set their shape. 　　
Your gifts⁽¹¹¹⁾ gallop with me　through the grind of war
　so you bear no regrets　and I no blame
Riding a steed whose feet 　fly to battle
　as soon as it hears　the howling fray.

Oh Realmsword forever 　unsheathed and ready,
　held in no doubt　nor held at bay.
Joy to skull-strikers,　to stout men's deeds,
　to them that love you　and Islam: you are safe. 
And why wouldn't God　still guard your edge
　to behead his foes　with you for a blade?

Notes:

1 — The opening verses of this poem are proverbial and famous in Arabic as any line from Hamlet is in English. I have given a somewhat free paraphrase. A literal translation would be :

ˁalā qadri ahli l-ˁazmi ta'tī l-ˁazā'imu
wata'tī ˁalā qadri l-kirāmi l-makārimu
wataˁẓumu fī ˁayni l-ṣaġīri ṣiġāruhā
wataṣġuru fī ˁayni l-ˁaẓīmi l-ˁaẓā'imu

"Resolutions come in proportion to the worth of the resolute, and noble deeds/traits come in proportion to the worth of the noble. The small (deeds/traits) are great in the eye of the small, and great things small in the eye of the great."

2 — Hali l-ḥadaṯu l-ḥamrā'u taˁrifu lawnahā? (Literally: "Does Red Al-Hadath know her color?")

"Red" was a term that could be used for non-Arabs, especially Persians, Greeks or "Franks" (Western Europeans) who were seen as being of lighter complexion. E.g. Atānī kullu aswada minhum wa'aḥmar "Every one of them, Arab and not, came to me". A saying attributed to Muhammad has it that buˁiṯtu ilā l-'aḥmari wa-l-aswad "I was sent to the red and the black" of which the most straightforward interpretation is "to all mankind, Arab and not." The term Al-Ḥamrā' as a collective adjective may also be used to refer generically to foreigners, or to emancipated slaves.

Al-Hadaṯ Al-Ḥamrā' "Red Hadath" is the traditional appellation of the city. The color is — I think — being played on at multiple levels. She (the city is morphosyntactically feminine) is in the most obvious sense "red" after being soaked with blood. But she was also a "red" (foreign, Greek) city when under Byzantine rule, which she no longer is. She is now "red" (emancipated from bondage) now that Lord Realmsword has relieved her of foreign control. Despite her traditional appellation, she may not even know that she is now red in one sense, and was red in the other, so completely has she now been redeemed to her proper place under Islamdom.

3 — "Russmen." The original text uses the word Rūs which in Modern Arabic simply means "Russians." Anglophone commenters on this poem have usually translated it thus, and Arabic commentaries often leave the word unglossed as though its meaning were transparent. But the Arabic word Rūs, at this time, actually referred to Norsemen (specifically the Byzantine Varangian guard is probably what is meant.) Since English "Rus" is far too scholarly, and "Vikings" would be a bit misleading, I have used the term Russmen as a compromise. (I considered calquing off of Old Norse Garðmaðr and rendering the phrase as "Greeks and Garthmen" or the like. But somehow it felt a bit silly to go to such an extreme.)

4 — The original actually refers to Gemini, a different constellation. But makes for a more transparent image of an anthropomorphized stellar figure.

5 — This verse, like some others in my translation, does not have an exact counterpart in the original. But it served in English to make the image clearer. Al-Mutanabbī's description evokes the way a hawk pounces on larger types of prey. The predator holds its prey to the ground, delivering blows to the skull to dispatch it fully before slashing into the throat.

6 — Domesticus (or, rather δομέστικος) was Bardas' Byzantine military title, loaned into Arabic as dumustuq, which is the word Al-Mutanabbī uses.

7 — In poetry, good swords are often said to be "Mashrafi" after an obscure place called Mashraf. Nobody quite knows why, though everybody likes to guess.

8 — Literally "You are monotheism defeating polytheism (širk)". That Christians have in some sense diluted the principle of monotheism by worshipping a trinity was — as it still is — a commonplace of anti-Christian Muslim polemic.

9 — Adnan: the Northern Arabs are supposedly descendants of ˁAdnān.

10 — "Outlands" is my rendering of ˁawāṣim. The word has often been misread as meaning "capitals" which is its sense in Modern Arabic. The term ˁawāṣim here refers to a part of the frontier zone between the Byzantine Empire and the Empire of the Caliphs. The forward strongholds of this zone were called ṯuġūr "mouths", while those further rearward were called the ˁawāṣim "guardianesses". 

11 — Lord Realmsword had gifted the poet with some horses.

The Original:

عَلى قَدْرِ أهْلِ العَزْم تأتي العَزائِمُ   وَتأتي علَى قَدْرِ الكِرامِ المَكارمُ

وَتَعْظُمُ في عَينِ الصّغيرِ صغارُها وَتَصْغُرُ في عَين العَظيمِ العَظائِمُ

يُكَلّفُ سيفُ الدّوْلَةِ الجيشَ هَمّهُ وَقد عَجِزَتْ عنهُ الجيوشُ الخضارمُ

وَيَطلُبُ عندَ النّاسِ ما عندَ نفسِه وَذلكَ ما لا تَدّعيهِ الضّرَاغِمُ

يُفَدّي أتَمُّ الطّيرِ عُمْراً سِلاحَهُ نُسُورُ الفَلا أحداثُها وَالقَشاعِمُ

وَما ضَرّها خَلْقٌ بغَيرِ مَخالِبٍ وَقَدْ خُلِقَتْ أسيافُهُ وَالقَوائِمُ

هَلِ الحَدَثُ الحَمراءُ تَعرِفُ لوْنَها وَتَعْلَمُ أيُّ السّاقِيَيْنِ الغَمَائِمُ

سَقَتْها الغَمَامُ الغُرُّ قَبْلَ نُزُولِهِ فَلَمّا دَنَا مِنها سَقَتها الجَماجِمُ

بَنَاهَا فأعْلى وَالقَنَا يَقْرَعُ القَنَا وَمَوْجُ المَنَايَا حَوْلَها مُتَلاطِمُ

وَكانَ بهَا مثْلُ الجُنُونِ فأصْبَحَتْ وَمِنْ جُثَثِ القَتْلى عَلَيْها تَمائِمُ

طَريدَةُ دَهْرٍ ساقَها فَرَدَدْتَهَا على  الدّينِ بالخَطّيّ وَالدّهْرُ رَاغِمُ

تُفيتُ کللّيالي كُلَّ شيءٍ أخَذْتَهُ وَهُنّ لِمَا يأخُذْنَ منكَ غَوَارِمُ

إذا كانَ ما تَنْوِيهِ فِعْلاً مُضارِعاً مَضَى قبلَ أنْ تُلقى علَيهِ الجَوازِمُ

وكيفَ تُرَجّي الرّومُ والرّوسُ هدمَها وَذا الطّعْنُ آساسٌ لهَا وَدَعائِمُ

وَقَد حاكَمُوهَا وَالمَنَايَا حَوَاكِمٌ فَما ماتَ مَظلُومٌ وَلا عاشَ ظالِمُ

أتَوْكَ يَجُرّونَ الحَديدَ كَأنّمَا سَرَوْا إليك بِجِيَادٍ ما لَهُنّ قَوَائِمُ

إذا بَرَقُوا لم تُعْرَفِ البِيضُ منهُمُ ثِيابُهُمُ من مِثْلِها وَالعَمَائِمُ

خميسٌ بشرْقِ الأرْضِ وَالغرْبِ زَحْفُهُ وَفي أُذُنِ الجَوْزَاءِ منهُ زَمَازِمُ

تَجَمّعَ فيهِ كلُّ لِسْنٍ وَأُمّةٍ فَمَا يُفْهِمُ الحُدّاثَ إلاّ الترَاجِمُ

فَلِلّهِ وَقْتٌ ذَوّبَ الغِشَّ نَارُهُ فَلَمْ يَبْقَ إلاّ صَارِمٌ أوْ ضُبارِمُ

تَقَطّعَ ما لا يَقْطَعُ الدّرْعَ وَالقَنَا وَفَرّ منَ الفُرْسانِ مَنْ لا يُصادِمُ

وَقَفْتَ وَما في المَوْتِ شكٌّ لوَاقِفٍ كأنّكَ في جَفنِ الرّدَى وهْوَ نائِمُ

تَمُرّ بكَ الأبطالُ كَلْمَى هَزيمَةً وَوَجْهُكَ وَضّاحٌ وَثَغْرُكَ باسِمُ

تجاوَزْتَ مِقدارَ الشّجاعَةِ والنُّهَى إلى قَوْلِ قَوْمٍ أنتَ بالغَيْبِ عالِمُ

ضَمَمْتَ جَناحَيهِمْ على القلبِ ضَمّةً تَمُوتُ الخَوَافي تحتَها وَالقَوَادِمُ

بضَرْبٍ أتَى الهاماتِ وَالنّصرُ غَائِبٌ وَصَارَ إلى اللّبّاتِ وَالنّصرُ قَادِمُ

حَقَرْتَ الرُّدَيْنِيّاتِ حتى طَرَحتَها وَحتى كأنّ السّيفَ للرّمحِ شاتِمُ

وَمَنْ طَلَبَ الفَتْحَ الجَليلَ فإنّمَا مَفاتِيحُهُ البِيضُ الخِفافُ الصّوَارِمُ

نَثَرْتَهُمُ فَوْقَ الأُحَيْدِبِ كُلّهِ كمَا نُثِرَتْ فَوْقَ العَرُوسِ الدّراهمُ

تدوسُ بكَ الخيلُ الوكورَ على الذُّرَى وَقد كثرَتْ حَوْلَ الوُكورِ المَطاعِمُ

تَظُنّ فِراخُ الفُتْخِ أنّكَ زُرْتَهَا بأُمّاتِها وَهْيَ العِتاقُ الصّلادِمُ

إذا زَلِقَتْ مَشّيْتَها ببُطونِهَا كمَا تَتَمَشّى في الصّعيدِ الأراقِمُ

أفي كُلّ يَوْمٍ ذا الدُّمُسْتُقُ مُقدِمٌ قَفَاهُ على الإقْدامِ للوَجْهِ لائِمُ

أيُنكِرُ رِيحَ اللّيثِ حتى يَذُوقَهُ وَقد عَرَفتْ ريحَ اللّيوثِ البَهَائِمُ

وَقد فَجَعَتْهُ بابْنِهِ وَابنِ صِهْرِهِ وَبالصّهْرِ حَمْلاتُ الأميرِ الغَوَاشِمُ

مضَى يَشكُرُ الأصْحَابَ في فوْته الظُّبَى لِمَا شَغَلَتْهَا هامُهُمْ وَالمَعاصِمُ

وَيَفْهَمُ صَوْتَ المَشرَفِيّةِ فيهِمِ على أنّ أصْواتَ السّيوفِ أعَاجِمُ

يُسَرّ بمَا أعْطاكَ لا عَنْ جَهَالَةٍ وَلكِنّ مَغْنُوماً نَجَا منكَ غانِمُ

وَلَسْتَ مَليكاً هازِماً لِنَظِيرِهِ وَلَكِنّكَ التّوْحيدُ للشّرْكِ هَازِمُ

تَشَرّفُ عَدْنانٌ بهِ لا رَبيعَةٌ وَتَفْتَخِرُ الدّنْيا بهِ لا العَوَاصِمُ

لَكَ الحَمدُ في الدُّرّ الذي ليَ لَفظُهُ فإنّكَ مُعْطيهِ وَإنّيَ نَاظِمُ

وَإنّي لَتَعْدو بي عَطَايَاكَ في الوَغَى فَلا أنَا مَذْمُومٌ وَلا أنْتَ نَادِمُ

عَلى كُلّ طَيّارٍ إلَيْهَا برِجْلِهِ إذا وَقَعَتْ في مِسْمَعَيْهِ الغَمَاغِمُ

ألا أيّها السّيفُ الذي لَيسَ مُغمَداً وَلا فيهِ مُرْتابٌ وَلا منْهُ عَاصِمُ

هَنيئاً لضَرْبِ الهَامِ وَالمَجْدِ وَالعُلَى وَرَاجِيكَ وَالإسْلامِ أنّكَ سالِمُ

وَلِمْ لا يَقي الرّحم?نُ حدّيك ما وَقى وَتَفْليقُهُ هَامَ العِدَى بكَ دائِمُ

Leakages from an Alternate Literary History: Homer and Virgil in Old English

In an alternate (fictional) timeline, an Old English speaker ca. 800 AD took the liberty of translating Homer and Vergil into verse. The text survives of course only in a much later copy.. The translator bucks taboo and nativizes his material to the point of substituting Germanic gods for the mediterranean ones. The role of Zeus/Jupiter, for example, is given sometimes Wōden, and sometimes to Þunor. (Sometimes they appear together, or Þunor speaks on behalf of Wōden. The translator can do this because his version is not a literal one.) Various other characters are Germanicized. For example, Aeneas is given the name Wīdhere. 

Here are some fragments:

Odyssey 1.1-10

Hwæt! Ic þisne sang 　be sīðfætum 　　
Searuðoncles fyrdbeornes　on sefan fand.
Ic oft gefrægn 　on ealddagum
hū wearþ þes eorl 　tō ȳðwræccan
Middangearde grimmum  　siþþan his gūðwudu
wǣpenwedere 　on wælbedde
rancre hēahbyrge　hearh rēafode.
Monigra mǣgþa 　medubyrig sceawode,
moniges monnes 　mynd gewiste
monge ælfsorge 　sinnihte þolode
lagumēðe on sefan.　Ymb līfwraðe　
ealle hwīle 　 ond hāmcyme 　
swǣsra gesīða 　 on seglrāde wāh.
Ac nā cūðe 　nerian his gesīðas
worhte swā hē wolde. 　Witlēast hiera
sylfre hīe swefde. 　Sottmenn, hīe ǣten
hālige cȳ Sōles, 　swegles wægnfrōwe,
þe him flæschordes　 feorhcandla ofgēat.
Ūt of ēagum 　sēo ūprodres
Dægcwēn ond ides　ierre him āholode
hāmcymes dagunge.　Hēr saga þisra,
Wōdnes godbearn, 　wōþgāst Breohcwis, 　
gal þæt hēahlēoþ eft 　ūre tīdum.

Listen. In my soul I found this song of the journeyings of the shrewdminded war-man. I have often heard tell how in ancient days this noble man turned a wave-fugitive of the grim Midworld after his war-wood¹, in weapon-weather on the gore-bed of battle, despoiled an overweening capital city's citadel. Many a people's mead-city he saw, many a man's mind he fathomed, and many an elf-sorrow² in evernight he endured sea-weary in his soul. All the while on the sailroads he warred he to save his life, and ensure the homecoming of his own dear comrades. But he stood no chance of saving his comrades, try whatever he did. It was their own witlessness did them in. Those fools ate the cattle of Sowilo³, the heavens' charioteeress, who put out the life-candles in their bodies. The Firmament's Dayqueen and Numen-lady in a rage plucked homecoming's dawn right out of their eyes. Here, tell us of these things once more in our time, Oh godchild of Woden, verse-spirit Breohcwis⁴, lift that great song again.

1— Guðwudu "warwood" is a poeticism found in the Finnsburg fragment, where it is assumed to mean "spear."In this timeline, at least, that is exactly what this quite old poetic stock phrase means. The translator has reporposed it to both refer to spears, and to the war-wooden Trojan horse. Of course, many alt-present day scholars aren't sure the pun is intended.

2 — elf-sorrow, i.e. a sorrow induced by supernatural powers. Cf. Germ. Albtraum.

3 — The sun deity is a woman here, as per usual in Germanic, unlike in the Greek.

4 — Immediately after Johnson Grimmer's discovery of the Lowell Codex containing these translations, one of the first thing alt-present day scholars noticed was that the translator consistently substitutes the entity "Breohcwis" for the Graeco-Roman Muse. Generally they have sought, or simply assumed, a connection between this figure and Bragi, the Norse poetry god. They are, however, mistaken. This is the name of the alt-timeline Anglo-Saxon poetry god (well, originally goddess). But it is simply a compound of "prince" (*brag-) and "speech" (*kwiss-) and has no connection to the Norse god. Part of the difficulty recognizing the compound for what it is lies in the fact that one would normally have expected the form *Bregucwiss or the like, rather than Breohcwis. The name as given originates in Old Kentish (whence the diphthong), and underwent irregular development due to taboo-deformation. (The god was briefly and locally euhemerized into a saint on the Isle of Wight.) Even the West Saxon copyist who produced the Lowell Codex didn't know what the name was or meant. In this instance, Breohcwis is given an epithet using wōþ "poetry, song, exclamation" (cf. Lat. Vātēs) from the same root that yields Woden's name (compare Old Norse Óðinn vs. Óðr.) Alt-present day comparative philologists have made a great deal of hay over this, imagining it to reflect awareness of an ancient connection on the part of the translator. Some have even posited that this is a relic of a genuine pagan invocation to the poetry god. In fact, it's a complete coincidence. The translator was unaware of the etymological connection, and just did it because he thought it would sound cool.

Corresponding Greek passage:

Ἄνδρα μοι ἔννεπε, Μοῦσα, πολύτροπον, ὃς μάλα πολλὰ

πλάγχθη, ἐπεὶ Τροίης ἱερὸν πτολίεθρον ἔπερσε·

πολλῶν δ’ ἀνθρώπων ἴδεν ἄστεα καὶ νόον ἔγνω,

πολλὰ δ’ ὅ γ’ ἐν πόντῳ πάθεν ἄλγεα ὃν κατὰ θυμόν,

ἀρνύμενος ἥν τε ψυχὴν καὶ νόστον ἑταίρων.

ἀλλ' οὐδ' ὧς ἑτάρους ἐρρύσατο, ἱέμενός περ·

αὐτῶν γὰρ σφετέρῃσιν ἀτασθαλίῃσιν ὄλοντο,

νήπιοι, οἳ κατὰ βοῦς Ὑπερίονος Ἠελίοιο

ἤσθιον· αὐτὰρ ὁ τοῖσιν ἀφείλετο νόστιμον ἦμαρ.

τῶν ἁμόθεν γε, θεά, θύγατερ Διός, εἰπὲ καὶ ἡμῖν.

Aeneid 1.1-8

(There is a lacuna of several lines after this passage, due to fire damage. Lord Peter Pintle, who owned the Lowell Codex in the late 15th century, was an incorrigible pyromaniac. On March 5th 1492, while Lord Pintle was enjoying an evening performance by his live-in torch juggler, his 3-year-old ran headlong into the performer's knee. The torches went careening, and parts of this translation were one casualty of the ensuing fire. Another was Lady Pintle's dildo. Though this was not as much of a blow to her sex life as was the summary firing of the torch-juggler.)        

Ic secge sang　secga þæs ǣrbeornes

þe fram Trōian feorr　fērde tō Eatules

Wǣgrimum, wyrdes 　wræcmon ond sǣrinc.

Hine geon mearclond　 ond mererāda þrēow

Ōsþrymmes mihtmōd. 　Irregemynd Wælfrōwan

Feor in wælfǣhþe　 wræc his bānhūs.

Wann eac beadugryras　 oþ þæt þā burh sette

and his cōfgodas　gecorene bǣre

in Lǣdene lond 　þanon Lǣdencynn,

Ealdras Alban　and eaforan hiere

rison, and regnhēage 　Rōmbyrge weallas.

Hwæt! Breohcwis wecþ 　on breoste þā þing...  

A lay I sing of swords¹ and of the original hero who from Troy set forth to Italy's wave-rims, fate's exile² and seawarrior³. He through countrylands and the waveroads was thrown about by the fell passion of the Aesir powers⁴. Valfreyja's⁵ rage-memory in deadly feud harrowed the bones of his body far in exile. And war-horrors he weathered also, until he founded a city, and brought his dear household gods into Latium, whence rose the Latin race, the Elders of Alba and their sons, and the all-high⁶ ramparts of Rome. Attend! Breohcwis quickens in my breast the causes...

1 — This word could also be translated as "warriors, men." Secg as a feminine i-stem noun means "sword." As a masculine a-stem noun it is a poetic word for "warrior, man." Some in the alt-present day who don't feel comfortable with the idea of this kind of wordplay are unsure as to whether this word is meant to translate Latin arma or to refer to warriors.

2 — Other possible translations are "wretch, persecuted one." In the alt-present day, scholars have tried to read much into the translator's use of compounds with wræc-, attempting to tease out of it an idea about the translator's attitude toward Aeneas/Wīdhere. 

3 — Also translatable as "sea-raider." This word can be used to describe Vikings in attested OE. Alt-present day Scholars have wondered whether this suggests a complicated attitude toward the protagonist, and much has hinged on when the translation is dated to (some who opt for a later date have read sǣrinc as a negative word, implying ambivalence about a protagonist reminiscent of Norse invaders).

4 — Alt-present day scholars have been vexed by the word ōsþrymm. Like many words used by the translator, it is attested nowhere else in surviving OE. While a word like ærbeorn is transparently interpretable as "the first man, the original hero," it is not clear to scholars what the ōs- of ōsþrymm is to mean exactly. It is clearly a cognate of ON ǫ́ss, and the same element found in Saxon theophoric names. They therefore conclude that it is some form of pre-christian divine power, though they are unsure of the specifics. In fact, the translator himself (who was of course a Christian) did not have a very clear sense of it. It was the vague associations of the word ōs in his mind that in part motivated ōsþrymmes mihtmōd as a rendering vi superum. (The Ms. reads osþrymmas, which is clearly a scribal error, owing to the fact that the scribe was less devoted to declensions than he was to his wife. See below.)

5 — The translator renders Juno as Wælfrōwe (Slaughterdame, gore-woman, Our Lady Of The Slain), which is a morpheme-for-morpheme cognate to Norse Valfreyja, one of the names of the goddess Freyja in the Skáldskaparmál. In the alt-present day scholars don't know what to make of this, as they have no way of guessing that the translator was actually repurposing what had by his day become an epithet of the Virgin Mary when invoked as a protector in battle. The prayers in which it occurs were seldom written down, and were not long in use after the mid 8th century, so alt-present day scholars have no knowledge of them. In fact, even the scribe who produced the extant manuscript of this translation in the 900s (at the behest of his extraordinarily eccentric yet inexplicably wealthy father-in-law) did not know what this was, and assumed it to simply be a Pagan Goddess. The irony is that the brief tradition of addressing the Blessed Virgin as Wǣlfrōwe before battle only arose by syncretizing her with the war-goddess Sigewyn whose epithet this was.

6 — This use of the prefix regn- has puzzled alt-present day scholars. In fact, it is simply an archaism that the translator deployed for stylistic effect. 

Corresponding Latin passage: 

Arma virumque canō, Troiae quī prīmus ab ōrīs

Italiam, fātō profugus, Lāvīnaque vēnit

lītora, multum ille et terrīs iactātus et altō

vī superum saevae memorem Iūnōnis ob īram;

multa quoque et bellō passus, dum conderet urbem,

īnferretque deōs Latiō genus unde latīnum

albānīque patrēs atque altae moenia Rōmae

Mūsa mihī causās memorā...

By a strange series of events involving a crossbow, a bag of supposedly magical grain and a very temperamental astrologist from Limousin, the codex was briefly owned by a renegade monk from Fleury who — a week before being killed by the man he had stolen it from — penned the following lines of verse along the margins:

　Chant lays de guerra 　e l'ome guerreian

　Lo prims de Troya　q'en fayditz sobrastratz,

　Son azil quist　en lo sol Italian.

　Molt fo per mar　e terra trabaillatz

　Sotz lo poder 　dels speritz celestiaus.

　Car fetz aici　ab malcor immortal

　Iunon cruzela　qe li volc maior dan

Aeneid 1.198-207

(The scribe was pissed off and distracted the day he copied this part, after having to deal with a surprise visit from a belligerently drunk cleric who wanted to baptize his dog. So it's no surprise that this is one of the places where the West Saxon copy betrays a few telltale traces of his Mercian antigraph.)

Wīdhere maðelode 　wīdgenga ārǣd 

"Ealdgesīðas!　Ǣr wē onfundon

Earfoða on ȳðum.　Yflu gē wyrsan

þolodon ealle.　 Ende þisses

ēac giefþ ūs god. 　Gē þe Sceorfþyrses 

cyrmendum clifum　cāflīce nēalǣhton, 

þe Ēageotenes　ecestānas wiþstōdon,

mōd hēr nimaþ, 　and mānōgan

ālecgaþ eallne.　Eaxlgesteallan,

ēaðe wē mægen 　munan ēac þissa

wynnum and wordcræfte 　in wīnærne.

Gomen æfter gyrnstafa 　giefþ ūs Wōden.

Monigum þorh gelimpum　 mislicum and þingum 

orleahtrum in þisse　 eorðan sceattum, 　

Lǣdene tō londe 　ūre lād fundiaþ. 

Weoroldwefenda 　 Wyrda þǣr ūs ābīedaþ

on behātsande　sīðlīce frið.

Þǣr is ālīeded 　 þāra Trōiāna 　 

rīce eftārīsan　 in randgebeorh. 

þȳ healdaþ forð　heortena fūse

uferran þingum.　Biþ þæt mīn hāt."

So spoke Wīdhere, the resolute wayfarer: Oh Long-standing comrades! We have been through hardships on the waves before. Worse woes than this have you all endured. God will send us an end to this too. You who who bravely drew nigh the shrieking cliffs of the Ripper-Troll (Scylla), who survived the pain-stones of the Eye-Eoten (Cyclops), take courage here and dispel vile terror now. My shoulder-comrades! This too may yet be a thing we look back on with delight and eloquent lays in the wine-hall. Woden shall give us joy after sorrow. Through many varied events/misfortunes, and dangerous/decisive crises/affairs in the regions of this earth our course holds on for Latin land. There the world-weaving Fates hold out to us peace at last (or: at journey's end) on the Promised Strand. There it is given to the Kingdom of the Trojans to rise again into a wave-buffered bulwark. So hold on, with ready hearts, for better/higher things/deeds. This I promise.

Note on Monsters:

Sceorfþyrs (Ripper-Troll) and Ēageoten (Eye-Eoten) are the translator's equivalents for Scylla and the Cyclops. Later alt-timeline scholarship has almost without exception assumed that he took these from native Anglo-Saxon lore and much ink has been spilled trying to identify them. In fact he just made them up for the purposes of translation, but — based on their occurrence in this translation — an elaborate lore was confected (especially by the Romantics) around these creatures as rough Germanic counterparts to Scylla and the Cyclops, and so in the alt-present day, they are reasonably well known as mythical English monsters. (This is not the only term the translator uses for Scylla. In his rendering of Book XII of the Odyssey, he uses the epithets wǣġfīfel 'wave-freak' and sǣhund 'sea-dog')

Corresponding Latin passage:

Ō sociī (neque enim ignārī sumus ante malōrum),

Ō passī graviōra, dabit deus hīs quoque fīnem.

Vōs et Scyllaeam rabiem penitusque sonantīs

accestis scopulōs, vōs et Cyclōpia saxa

expertī: revocāte animōs maestumque timōrem

mittite; forsan et haec ōlim meminisse iuvābit.

Per variōs cāsūs, per tot discrīmina rērum

tendimus in Latium, sēdēs ubi fāta quiētās

ōstendunt; illīc fās rēgna resurgere Troiae.

Dūrāte, et vōsmet rēbus servāte secundīs.

Aeneid 1.275-88:

(The text here is corrupt in one or two places. The penultimate line contains an unorthodox break across the caesura which also produces an internal rhyme.)

Wōden maðelode,　woruldes hēahfæder:

Wynsum in geolhȳde 　wylfes Rōmling

his cynn bewāt　wyrcende Tīwsweallas

cwiðende Rōmwaran 　be rihtnaman his.

Nāne mearce　 mete ic þissum,

ac endlēasne onweald.　Ēac swā Wælfrōwe

þe nū hranrāda 　 ond hēahwolcnu

ond werwegas þrīt 　 mid wælnīðe,

hyge sceal settan 　sǣligre æhte,

ond dēoran ēac mē 　dōmēadige Rōmwaran,

weorlddryhtnas mǣrðes,　māþþumgiefan. 　

Gewurðe min willa. 　Weorðaþ þā hālgēar

þā Grēcþegnas　 geþȳþ Trōia,

oþ þæt nīdgomban 　 gieldeþ se Ealdfēond.

Cynrenes Trōiesces 　Cāsere āwiexeþ,

hlīsan mid steorrum,　 stōl mid gārsecgum,

ymbsettende. Swā 　 hit sōðlīce agā.

Iūlius hē hāteþ　on āre giūldæges....

"Thus spoke Woden, Worldfather Almighty: delightful in tawnhide of the she-wolf, Romulus shall take up his race, rearing the Walls of Tiw¹ and naming by his true name the Romans. No boundary have I set for these, but unending weal over all. Even Valfreyja who now wearies the high heavens and the whale-roads and man-ways with her banewrath, shall set her thought to a better reckoning, and hold dear the judgement-prosperous renowned Romans, glory's worldlords, the treasure-givers. My will be done. As the holy years (?) come, so Troy shall enslave the thanes of Greece, and the Ancient Foe will be forced to yield tribute. A Caesar of Trojan stock shall spring forth, surrounding his fame with stars and his throne with the Oceans (lit: spearmen)². So let it truly be. Julius shall be his name in honor of the Yule day³...

1 — Tīw is the god commonly equated with Mars. The day of the week known as Diēs Martis "Marsday" (cf. Fr. mardi) was Tīwesdæg, or Tuesday to Germanic peoples. Alt-present day scholars are correct to see this as a mechanical equation of the "tuesday" type.

2 — In Pre-Christian Anglo-Saxon mythology, the Ocean was apparently personified by a man with spears. Old English texts use gārsecg in the sense "Ocean" quite naturally, generally without note of its etymology. But gārsecg in the sense "Ocean" is always singular. Here the text uses the dative plural. Among alt-present day scholars, only alt-present Day Tolkien guessed the correct explanation: the translator is reviving a dead image for a dual sense, wherein Caesar's throne is literally guarded by spearmen, even as his rule is littorally bounded by the ocean's worldwater. Unfortunately Alternate Tolkien was a bit more eccentric than his counterpart in our timeline. And after witnessing the horrors of the (alt-timeline's) Anglo-Aragonese war of 1950, alt-Tolkien went off to join a neo-pagan druid cult in the breakaway Republic of Provença. Later 20th century scholars didn't take his insights as seriously as they should have.

3—   The translator has substituted for Virgil's fantastical etymology of "Julius" an equally fantastical Saxon etymology of his own. The disgruntled copyist (wondering if it really was worth agreeing to copy this silly thing for his father-in-law in exchange for his wife's hand in marriage) scribbled a note in the margin of the MS here: "satis absurditate imbutus videtur." Fire-damage due to Lord Pintle's juggling mishap has destroyed the corner of the page on which the scribe's maladjusted nephew scrawled a quote from Martial "in tuis nulla est mentula carminibus" with an appropriate drawing to remedy the situation so described.

 Corresponding Latin passage:

Inde lupae fulvō nūtrīcis tegmine laetus

Rōmulus excipiet gentem et Māvortia condet

moenia Rōmānōsque suō dē nōmine dīcet.

Hīs ego nec mētās rērum nec tempora pōnō:

imperium sine fīne dedī.   Quīn aspera Iūnō,

quae mare nunc terrāsque metū caelumque fatīgat,

cōnsilia in melius referet, mēcumque fovēbit

Rōmānōs, rērum dominōs gentemque togātam.

Sīc placitum. Veniet lūstrīs lābentibus aetās

cum domus Assaracī Phthīam clārāsque Mycēnās

servitiō premet ac victīs dominābitur Argīs.

Nāscētur pulchrā Troiānus orīgine Caesar,

imperium Ōceanō, fāmam quī terminet astrīs,

iūlius, ā magnō dēmissum nomen Iūlō.