"The solitary one often awaits prosperity for himself, favor of fate, although he, troubled in mind, through sea-ways long had to stir with hands rime-cold sea, to trudge the paths of exile. Fate is fully inexorable!
So said the wanderer, mindful of hardships, of wrathful slaughters, with the fall of beloved kinsmen.
He knows who knows first-hand how cruel sorrow is as companion to him who for himself has few beloved confidants: path of exile holds him, not at all twisted gold, frozen heart, not at all wealth of earth.
Then wounds of the heart are the heavier, sorely longing for the beloved. Sorrow is renewed. Whenever remembrance of kinsmen pervades his mind, he joyfully greets, eagerly examines companions of men; they often swim away. Spirit of floating ones does not bring there many familiar sayings. Care is renewed for him who must very often send weary heart over binding of waves.
Therefore I am not able to think throughout this world why my spirit does not grow dark, when I fully ponder life of noblemen, how they quickly abandoned hall, brave young retainers. So this middle-earth each of all days declines and falls; therefore a man can not become wise, before he has a portion of winters in the kingdom of the world.
All is fraught with hardship in the kingdom of earth, the creation of the fates changes the world under the heavens.
Here wealth is temporary, here a friend is temporary, here oneself is temporary, here a kinsman is temporary; all this foundation of the earth will become worthless!"
