Who is a man     so sharp and masterful
that he may say     who drives my motion
when I mount strong,--     sometimes wrathful,
blustering and powerful,     cruelly beating down,--
and ferry over folds of land     to blast the folk homes
and ravage mansions?

                                        Smoke rides
like hoary ash over roofs.     Din harrows the earth.
Men die violently     when I mangle the woods
and fruitful bowers,     fell timber beams
roofed under heaving waves.     High might winds
them to wander,     widely sent forth.

I have ridges made     of what ere covered nations
of ground-dwellers,     their flesh and ghosts
all swimming together.

                                          Say who guides me
or how I am called,     you who bear my burden.
 

     Hwelč is hæleða þæs horsc     and þæs hyge-cræftig,
    þæt þæt mæge a-secgan,     hwá meč on síþ wrece,
    þonne ič a-stíge strang,     stundum réðe,
    þrymm-full þunie,     þrágum wræce
    fére geond foldan,     folc-salu bærne,
    rečed réafie?     Ríečas stígaþ,
    haswe ofer hrófum.     Hlynn biþ on eorðan,
    wæl-cwealm wera,     þonne ič wudu hrére,
    bearwas blǽd-hwæte,     béamas fielle,
    holme ge-hréfed,     héahum meahtum
    wrecen on wáðe,     wíd sended;
    hæbbe mé on hrycge     þæt ǽr hádas wráh
    fold-búendra,     flǽsc and gástas,
    samod on sunde.     Sæge hwá meč pečče,
    oþþe hú ič hatte,     þe þá hlæst bere.