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Monað módes lust mid mereflóde
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The desire of my spirit urges me to journey
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forð tó féran, þæt ic feor heonan
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forth over the flowing sea, that far hence
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ofer héan holmas, ofer hwæles éðel
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across the hills of water and the whale’s country
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elþéodigra eard geséce.
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I may seek the land of strangers.
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Nis me tó hearpan hyge ne tó hringþege
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No mind have I for harp, nor gift of ring,
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ne tó wífe wyn ne tó worulde hyht
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nor delight in women, nor joy in the world,
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ne ymb ówiht elles nefne ymb ýða gewealc.
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nor concern with aught else save the rolling of the waves.
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