I donโt believe in direct translation
Yesterdayโs meandering today already
Needs some new interpretation
Given the world born since
Beowulfโs hฦฟรฆt holds nothing for us;
Whatever it embodied in minds long passed
Can only be chthonian in this shifted realm
Buried in our psyche as if in
Grendelโs gloomy cave
Itโs been a thousand years
And a new world arisen
In each of those
Days
Hฦฟรฆt means time
Has lost this
one โ
Every day, a final goodbye