Beowulf: Translations by Frederick Rebsamen (1991/2004)

Click for a larger version (900 pixels high) Beowulf: A Verse Translation. HarperCollins, New York, 1991. ISBN: 0-06-430212-1 (pbk.) ...not the same as Frederick Rebsamen's 1971 book Beowulf Is My Name.
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-- Frederick Rebsamen also published a translation in 1971 --

[lines 194-224a in section III and 8th line from the bottom of folio 134r to 4th line from the bottom of folio 134v on Kevin S. Kiernan's Electronic Beowulf CD] Images of the original manuscript text of this section, and an mp3 file of Ben Slade reading it in Old English, are here.
Frederick Rebsamen's 2004 book is a slightly updated version of his 1991 book.
The revisions are shown here in magenta.

    {Beowulf hears about Grendel and decides to travel from his home in Geatland (southern Sweden) to Heorot (in northeast Denmark) to see if he can help out. }

In the home of the Geats Hygelac's thane
gathered the stories of Grendel's torment
a good man and strong strongest of all
in that broad kingdom born for deliverance
shaped for that hour. He ordered a boat
lithe wave-cutter loudly-proclaimed
he would seek the Battle-Danes sail the waveswells
hail their king there kindle their hearts.
Though they loved him life-seasoned elders
answered his courage urged him onwards
gazed at the weather gave heart-blessings.
(2004: wished for the sun.)
with care this champion chose his spearmen
culled from the Geats their keenest fighters
good men and faithful. Fifteen in all
they sought their seacraft strode to the cliffs
followed their chief to the fallow waves.
Fast by the headland their hard-keeled boat
waited for westering. Winding in swirls
the sea met the sand. They stored their weapons
bright shields gleaming spears and helmets
strong war-weapons. Shoved through the breakers
the stout-bound wood slid from the land.
They flew on the water fast by the wind blown
sail flecked with foam swam with birdwing
(2004: skimmed the waverolls.)
through day and darkness. Dawn grayed the sky
and the hour grew near when over the wave-tops
the coiled bowsprit brought them a sign.
A rising of land reached towards the sun
shining seacliffs steep rock-pillars
bound with shoresand.
(2004: stood before them.)
The sail grew limp
shallows lapped at them  


[lines 791-819a in section XII and 8th line from the top of folio 147r to 13th line from the top of folio 147v on Kevin S. Kiernan's Electronic Beowulf CD] Images of the original manuscript text of this section, and an mp3 file of Ben Slade reading it in Old English, are here.
Frederick Rebsamen's 2004 book is a slightly updated version of his 1991 book.
The revisions are shown here in magenta.

    {At this moment Beowulf and Grendel are fighting and Grendel is howling and screaming and wishing to escape but Beowulf has grabbed Grendel's arm and is using his incredible hand-strength to hold on to him. }

He found no reason to free that monster
spare him to flee far across the moors
nor did he consider that sinful life
useful to anyone. Anxious for their leader
men of the Geats grabbed treasure-swords
lifted them high to help their champion
fight for his life with file-hardened edges.
They were not prepared for this new hand-battling
those hard-swinging swordmen hewing with steel-bites
slashing about them with shield-breaking cuts
seeking that fiend-soul - they fought without knowing
that the choicest of blades champions' war-weapons
were helpless to harm that hell's messenger.
He had cast his spell on keenest thane-weapons
finest treasure-swords though his time was short -
that final night-visit finished his hall-raids
destiny struck his damned hell-soul
banished it forever past boundaries of grace.
Then that giant ravager rejected by God
marked with murder measured by his sins
finally conceived in his fiend's mindthoughts
that his loathsome body would bear no more.
Hygelac's thane held fast to him
tightened his grip - Grendel yearned away
his arm stretched thin thronging with pain -
a great death-wound gaped in his shoulder
sinew-bonds weakened snapped viciously
bonelocking burst.


[lines 1537-1569 in sections XXII and XXIII and 5th line from the bottom of folio 163v, through folio 164r to 4th line from the top of folio 164v on Kevin S. Kiernan's Electronic Beowulf CD] Images of the original manuscript text of this section, and an mp3 file of Ben Slade reading it in Old English, are here. Note: there is a discussion of the word eaxle in line 1537a on my page on Shoulder Grabbing vs. Hair Pulling
Frederick Rebsamen's 2004 book is a slightly updated version of his 1991 book.
The revisions are shown here in magenta.

    {At this moment Beowulf has just failed to hurt Grendel's mother with the sword Hrunting and he tries to wrestle her as he had done with Grendel. }

He grabbed her then Grendel's hell-mother
grappled her shoulders in his great handvice
tugged at her arms with angry heartstrength
twisted her backwards bent her to the floor.
She clamped his arms in her cold fiendgrip
returned his tugging with tight claw-fingers -
she toppled him over with towering strength
raging with fire-eyes felled him to the floor
leaped on his chest lifted her shortsword
broad murder-knife burning to avenge
her only offspring. Over his breastcage
a hand-locked mailcoat harbored his life
countered the piercing of point and edge.
He would soon have died there deep under the earth
but his hard battle-coat held against that thrust -
close-woven steelmesh clenched against swordbite
kept him from death - the Deemer of this world
decided that contest the Shaper of mankind
(2004: the King of mankind)
strengthened that warrior as he stood to his feet.

He saw then glittering a great hoard-weapon
smith-wrought by giants a sword for victory
blade for a champion best of war-weapons
gleaming with goldwork greater in steel-weight
than any other man could manage in warfare.
He seized it by the hilt, Shield-Danes' hall-guest,
(2004: the heavy wonder-sword)
grasped in his hands the gold-gleaming handle
raised it in anger rage in his heart
swung it at her neck with his strong handgrip
till it bit through the flesh burst fiend-muscles
broke through bone-rings - the blade cut through
felled her to the floor fated hell-creature
the sword was blooded and Beowulf rejoiced.


[lines 1584b-1590 in section XXIII and 7th line from the bottom of folio 164v to first half of the last line of folio 164v on Kevin S. Kiernan's Electronic Beowulf CD] Images of the original manuscript text of this section, and an mp3 file of Ben Slade reading it in Old English, are here.
Frederick Rebsamen's 2004 book is a slightly updated version of his 1991 book.
The revisions are shown here in magenta.

    {At this moment Beowulf has just discovered Grendel's lifeless body lying in the cave. }

  He saw him then
Grendel lying there
(2004: Grendel slumped there)
with a gaping shoulder-wound
(2004: with a great shoulder-wound)
wearied by his crimes waiting for judgement
lifeless at last after long murder-years
horror in Heorot. With a hard swordswing
Beowulf slashed at him struck through his neck
ended that hall-feud for Healfdane's son.


[lines 2672b-2708a in sections XXXVI and XXXVII and 8th line from the bottom of folio 189A197r, through folio 189A197v to 3rd line from the top of folio 189r on Kevin S. Kiernan's Electronic Beowulf CD] Images of the original manuscript text of this section, and an mp3 file of Ben Slade reading it in Old English, are here.
Frederick Rebsamen's 2004 book is a slightly updated version of his 1991 book.
The revisions are shown here in magenta.

    {At this moment, Wiglaf has just run into the flames to be by Beowulf's side and the dragon has charged at them both, incinerating Wiglaf's shield. }


Hard flame-launching
shriveled the shieldwood seared through mailcoats -
now helpless to endure
(2004: now helpless to bear)
that hot serpent-breath
the young hall-thane hid beside his lord
held to the iron-round hoping for relief
from those awesome flame-spears. The old battle-king
remembered his glory-name mightily struck then
with his sharp blade-edge borne so strongly
that it struck in that neck. Nægling burst then
broke upon that bone Beowulf's trophy-sword
old and battle-hard. that best of honor-blades
failed him at need finest of smith-steel
could give him no help. His hand was too strong
overswung each sword as stories have told me
struck too forcefully when he stepped to battle -
wonder-hard weapons did not work for him.
For the third time then twisting in hate-coils
that monstrous fire-dragon mindful of his feud
struck past that shield with his searing bellows-breath
went straight to Beowulf bit round his neck
with bitter venom-teeth. Beowulf stopped then
his life-force draining in dark blood-welling.

Then, as I heard, that hall-king's champion
young kin-warrior came to that monster
with craft and weapon-skill as his king taught him.
He ducked past the head - hot flame-belching
burned his hand then as he buried his sword
burnished treasure-blade in that black snake-belly.
Then that great fire-breath grew feebler at last
that blistering blast bellowed more softly
as the blade took hold. Then Beowulf rose
gathered his mindthoughts grasped his shortsword
bitter and battle-sharp broad steel-edges -
the Geat-lord struck severed the ring-bones.
They felled that fiend found his life-core
kinsmen together cut him to hell-death
king and his soldier.

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