BP+Claire

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__//**Paraphrased version**//__

"To the Almighty God in heaven, to the King of Glory, I thank you that I can enjoy this treasure in front of me, and that I can leave my people with this treasure and wealth before I die. Now I think it is time for me to go, so you have to look after them for me. I can hold on no longer. Order my troop to build a barrow on the coast's cliff, after I have been burned. It will stand on the horizon at Hronesness and be a reminder of me for my people- so that later crews sailing will call it Beowulf's Barrow, when they sail ships across the sea."

Then in his generosity, Beowulf unclasped the gold collar from his neck and gave it to Wiglaf, telling him to use the collar, warshirt, and the helmet well

"You are the last of the Waegmundings. Our clan was wiped out by fate, to their death. Now I should follow them. " The warrior died after his last word

Beowulf had no more to talk about. The fire of the pyre would attack him. His soul left to heaven and will stand with the brave ones from the past.

Then, it was Wiglaf who was going through a hard time, having to watch Beowulf there on the ground, going through his pain. The dragon from under ground, his fatal destroyer, laid destroyed as well, dead. No longer would the scales of the dragon seek for safety under hidden treasure. The sharp blade, hammered out and acutely sharped, killed the dragon so that it stiffly lay on the ground, low beside the treasures.

He will never again glitter and fly and show himself off at night, excited to show off his beauty: he died because of the strength of Beowulf.

__//**Original version**//__

"To the everlasting lord of All, to the King of Glory, I give thanks that I behold this treasure here in front of me, that I have been allowed to leave my people so well endowed on the day I die. Now that I have bartered my last breath to own this fortune, it is up to you to look after their needs. I can hold out no longer. Order my troop to construct a barrow on a headland on the coast, after my pyre has cooled. It will loom on the horizon at Hronesness and be a reminder among my people- so that in coming times crews under sail will call it Beowulf's Barrow, as they steer ships across the wide and shrouded waters."

Then the king in his great-heartedness unclasped the collar of gold from his neck and gave it to the young thane, telling him to use it and the warshirt and the gilded helmet well.

"You are the last of us, the only one left of the Waegmundings. Fate swept us away, sent my whole brave high-born clan to their fianl doom. Now I must folow them." That was the warrior's last word

He had no more to confide. The furious heat of the pyre would assail him. His soul fled from his breast to its destined place among the steadfast ones.

It was hard then on the young hero, having to watch the one he held so dear there on the ground, going through his death agony. The dragon from underearth, his nightmarish destroyer, lay destroyed as well, utterly without life. No longer would his snakefolds py themselves to safeguard hidden gold. Hard-edged blades, hammered out and keenly field, had finished him so that the sky-roamer lay there rigid, brought low beside the treasure-lodge.

Never again would he glitter and glide and show himself off in midnight air, exulting in his riches: he fell to earth through the battle-strength in Beowulf's arm.