There in that country I saw palm trees so weighed down with fruit that the trees bent under the fruit, and the fruit killed it. His being gone is a gift to my people. They will destroy him if he comes near, but I welcomed him. Wulf is on one island, I on another. The island is safe, surrounded by fens.
Angry warriors are on that island.
They will destroy him if he comes near, but I welcomed him. I wait despairing while my Wulf wanders. When it rained, I sat and cried. When the brave man hugged me, I was happy, it was loathsome. Wulf, my Wulf, waiting for you, for your seldom coming has made me sick.