BP+SangWoo

__ **Lines 3137-3155** Recorded Version__

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__Paraphrase__

The Geat people built a pyre for Beowulf, built until it stood four-square. As Beowulf’s order, the Geat people placed Beowulf’s weapons and armor on the pyre. Then the warriors laid him in the middle of the pyre, waiting to burn the pyre. The pyre was burned with Beowulf; it was the hugest funeral fires. The dark smoke was everywhere, the fire burned and burned until the wind died down, burning up everything in the pyre. One Geat woman lamented Beowulf’s death. She finally stopped, and decided to let Beowulf leave. “Heaven swallowed the smoke,” Beowulf was gone.

__Original Passage__

The Geat people build a pyre for Beowulf, //The Geat people constructed a pyre for Beowulf, //stacked and decked it until it stood four-square, //built until it stood four-square //hung with helmets, heavy war-shields //the Geat people placed Beowulf's weapons //and shining armour, just as he has ordered. //and armor on the pyre. //Then his Warriors laid him in the middle of it, //The warriors placed Beowulf in the middle of the pyre, // mourning a lord far-famed and beloved. // the warriors were mourning Bewulf's death. // One a height they kindled the hugest of all // The fire was the hugest funeral fire in the history. // funeral fires; fumes of woodsmoke //There were smoke all over the place,// billowed darkly up, the blaze roared //dark, and the fire roared// and drowned out their weeping, wind died down // and drowned out their weeping, the wind was gone // and flames wrought havoc in the hot bone-house, //and the blaze wrought havoc in the pyre//. burning in to the core. They were disconsolate //The fire was burning and burning, they were doleful// and wailed aloud for their lord's decease. //and cried aloud for Beowulf's death.// A Geat woman too sang out in grief; //One Geat woman lamented Beowulf's death,// with hair bound up, she unburdened herself //with hair bound up, she finally let Beowulf go.// of her worst fears, a wild litany // The woman feared, a wild devotion // of nightmare and lament: her nation invaded, //of nightmare and misery: the nation was conquered,// enemies non the rampage, bodies in piles, // many died, and bodies were in piles, // slavery and abasement. Heaven swallowed the smoke. //people were enslaved, Heaven swallowed the smoke.//