YALE STUDIES IN ENGLISHALBERT S. COOK, EDITORLXIII THEOLD ENGLISH PHYSIOLOGUS TEXT AND PROSE TRANSLATIONBYALBERT STANBURROUGH COOKProfessor of the English Language and Literature in Yale University VERSE TRANSLATIONBYJAMES HALL PITMANFellow in English of Yale University NEW HAVEN: YALE UNIVERSITY PRESSLONDON: HUMPHREY MILFORDOXFORD UNIVERSITY PRESSMDCCCXXI [FACSIMILE] PREFACE The Old English _Physiologus_, or _Bestiary_, is a series of three briefpoems, dealing with the mythical traits of a land-animal, a sea-beast, and a bird respectively, and deducing from them certain moral orreligious lessons. These three creatures are selected from a much largernumber treated in a work of the same name which was compiled atAlexandria before 140 B. C. , originally in Greek, and afterwardstranslated into a variety of languages--into Latin before 431. Thestandard form of the _Physiologus_ has 49 chapters, each dealing with aseparate animal (sometimes imaginary) or other natural object, beginningwith the lion, and ending with the ostrich; examples of these are thepelican, the eagle, the phoenix, the ant (cf. Prov. 6. 6), the fox, theunicorn, and the salamander. In this standard text, the Old Englishpoems are represented by chapters 16, 17, and 18, dealing in successionwith the panther, a mythical sea-monster called the asp-turtle (usuallydenominated the whale), and the partridge. Of these three poems, thethird is so fragmentary that little is left except eight lines ofreligious application, and four of exhortation by the poet, so that theoutline of the poem, and especially the part descriptive of thepartridge, must be conjecturally restored by reference to the treatmentin the fuller versions, which are based upon Jer. 17. 11 (the texts drawnupon for the application in lines 5-11 are 2 Cor. 6. 17, 18; Isa. 55. 7;Heb. 2. 10, 11). It has been said: 'With the exception of the Bible, there is perhaps noother book in all literature that has been more widely current in everycultivated tongue and among every class of people. ' Such currency mightbe illustrated from many English authors. Two passages from Elizabethanliterature may serve as specimens--the one from Spenser, the other fromShakespeare. The former is from the _Faerie Queene_ (1. 11. 34): At last she saw, where he upstarted brave Out of the well, wherein he drenched lay; As Eagle fresh out of the Ocean wave, Where he hath left his plumes all hoary gray, And deckt himselfe with feathers youthly gay, Like Eyas hauke up mounts unto the skies, His newly budded pineons to assay, And marveiles at himselfe, still as he flies: So new this new-borne knight to battell new did rise. The other is from _Hamlet_ (Laertes to the King): To his good friends thus wide I'll ope my arms; And like the kind life-rendering pelican, Repast them with my blood. [1] However widely diffused, the symbolism exemplified by the _Physiologus_is peculiarly at home in the East. Thus Egypt symbolized the sun, withhis death at night passing into a rebirth, by the phœnix, which, by anatural extension, came to signify the resurrection. And the Bible notonly sends the sluggard to the ant, and bids men consider the lilies ofthe field, but with a large sweep commands (Job 12. 7, 8): 'Ask now thebeasts, and they shall teach thee; and the fowls of the air, and theyshall tell thee; or speak to the earth, and it shall teach thee; and thefishes of the sea shall declare unto thee. ' [Footnote 1: Alfred de Musset, in _La Nuit de Mai_, develops the imageof the pelican through nearly thirty lines. ] The text as here printed is extracted from my edition, _The Old EnglishElenc, Phœnix, and Physiologus_ (Yale University Press, 1919), where acritical apparatus may be found; here it may be sufficient to say thatItalic letters in square brackets denote my emendations, and Romanletters those of previous editors. The translations have not hithertobeen published, and no complete ones are extant in any language, savethose contained in Thorpe's edition of the _Codex Exoniensis_, whichappeared in 1842. The long conjectural passage in the _Partridge_ is duewholly to Mr. Pitman. A. S. C. March 27, 1921. PHYSIOLOGUS [**Transcriber's note: The following texts have been split into smallsections based on the pagination of the original. These sectionsalternate as follows, each section being separated from its neighbors byrows of asterisks: Old English verse; Modern English verse translation;Modern English prose translation. While this fragments each version, itfacilitates comparison in parallel. ] I THE PANTHER Monge sindon geond middangeard unrīmu cynn, [_þāra_] þe wē æþelu ne magon ryhte āreccan nē rīm witan; þæs wīde sind geond wor[_u_]l[d] innan5 fugla and dēora foldhrērendra wornas widsceope, swā wæter bibūgeð þisne beorhtan bōsm, brim grymetende, sealtȳpa geswing. Wē bi sumum hȳrdon wrǣtlīc[_um_] gecynd[_e_] wildra secgan, 10 fīrum frēamǣrne, feorlondum on, eard weardian, ēðles nēotan, æfter dūnscrafum. Is þæt dēor Pandher bi noman hāten, þæs þe niþþa bear[n], * * * * * Of living creatures many are the kinds Throughout the world--unnumbered, since no man Can count their multitudes, nor rightly learn The ways of their wild nature; wide they roam, These beasts and birds, as far as ocean sets A limit to the earth, embracing her And all her sunny fields with salty seas And toss of roaring billows. We have heard From men of wider lore of one wild beast, Wonderful dweller in a far-off land Renowned of men, who loves his native glens And dusky caverns. Him have wise men called * * * * * Many, yea numberless, are the tribes throughout the world whose natureswe can not rightly expound nor their multitudes reckon, so immense arethe swarms of birds and earth-treading animals wherever water, theroaring ocean, the surge of salt billows, encompasses the smiling bosomof earth. We have heard about one marvelous kind of wild beast which inhabits, inlands far off, a domain renowned among men, rejoicing there in his homeamid the mountain-caves. This beast is called panther, as the learned * * * * * wīsfæste weras, on gewritum cȳþa[_ð_]15 bi þām ānstapan. Sē is ǣ[_g_]hwām frēond, duguða ēstig, būtan dracan ānum; þām hē in ealle tīd andwrāð leofaþ, þurh yfla gehwylc þe hē geæfnan mæg. Ðæt is wrǣtlīc dēor, wundrum scȳne, 20 hīwa gehwylces. Swā hæleð secgað, gǣsthālge guman, þætte Iōsēphes tunece wǣre telga gehwylces blēom bregdende, þāra beorhtra gehwylc, ǣghwæs ǣnlīcra, ōþrum līxte25 dryhta bearnum, swā þæs dēores hīw, blǣc, brigda gehwæs, beorhtra and scȳnra wundrum līxeð, þætte wrǣtlīcra ǣghwylc ōþrum, ǣnlīcra gīen and fǣgerra, frætwum blīceð, 30 symle sellīcra. Hē hafað sundorgecynd, * * * * * The panther, and in books have told of him, The solitary rover. He is kind, A bounteous friend to every living thing Save one alone, the dragon; but with him The panther ever lives at enmity, Employing every means within his power To work him evil. Fair is he, full bright And wonderful of hue. The holy scribes Tell us how Joseph's many-colored coat, Gleaming with varying dyes of every shade, Brilliant, resplendent, dazzled all men's eyes That looked upon it. So the panther's hues Shine altogether lovely, marvelous, While each fair color in its beauty glows Ever more rare and charming than the rest. His wondrous character is mild, and free * * * * * among the children of men report in their books concerning that lonelywanderer. He is a friend, bountiful in kindness, to every one save only thedragon; with him he always lives at enmity by means of every injury hecan inflict. He is a bewitching animal, marvelously beautiful with every color. Justas, according to men holy in spirit, Joseph's coat was variegated withhues of every shade, each shining before the sons of men brighter andmore perfect than another, so does the color of this beast blaze withevery diversity, gleaming in wondrous wise so clear and fair that eachtint is ever lovelier than the next, glows more enchanting in itssplendor, more rare, more beauteous, and more strange. He has a nature all his own, so gentle and so calm is * * * * * milde, gemetfæst. Hē is monþwǣre, lufsum and lēoftæl: nele lāþes wiht ǣ[ng]um geæfnan būtan þām āttorsceaþan, his fyrngeflitan, þe ic ǣr fore sægde. 35 Symle, fylle fægen, þonne fōddor þigeð, æfter þām gereordum ræste sēceð, dȳgle stōwe under dūnscrafum; ðǣr se þēo[d]wiga þrēonihta fæc swifeð on swe[_o_]fote, slǣpe gebiesga[d]. 40 Þonne ellenrōf ūp āstondeð, þrymme gewelga[d], on þone þriddan dæg, snēome of slǣpe. Swēghlēoþor cymeð, wōþa wynsumast, þurh þæs wildres mūð; æfter pære stefne stenc ūt cymeð45 of þām wongstede-- wynsumra stēam, swēttra and swīþra, swæcca gehwylcum, wyrta blōstmum and wudublēdum, eallum æþelīcra eorþan frætw[um]. * * * * * From all disturbing passion. Gracious, kind, And full of love, he meditates no harm But to that venomous foe, as I have told, His ancient enemy. Once he has rejoiced His heart with feasting, straight he finds a nook Hidden among dim caves, his resting-place. There three nights' space, in deepest slumber wrapped, The people's champion lies. Then, stout of heart, The third day he arises fresh from sleep, Endowed with glory. From the creature's mouth Issues a melody of sweetest strains; And close upon the voice a balmy scent Fills all the place--an incense lovelier, Sweeter, and abler to perfume the air, Than any odor of an earthly flower Or scent of woodland fruit, more excellent * * * * * it. Kind, attractive, and friendly, he has no thought of doing harm toany save the envenomed foe, his ancient adversary of whom I spoke. When, delighting in a feast, he has partaken of food, ever at the end ofthe meal he betakes himself to his resting-place, a hidden retreat amongthe mountain-caves; there the champion of his race, overcome by sleep, abandons himself to slumber for the space of three nights. Then thedauntless one, replenished with vigor, straightway arises from sleepwhen the third day has come. A melody, the most ravishing of strains, flows from the wild beast's mouth; and, following the music, thereissues a fragrance from the place--a fume more transporting, sweet, andstrong than any odor whatever, than blossoms of plants or fruits of theforest, choicer * * * * * Þonne of ceastrum and cynestōlum50 and of burgsalum beornþrēat monig farað foldwegum folca þrȳþum; ēoredcystum, ofestum gefȳsde, dareðlācende --dēor [s]wā some-- æfter þǣre stefne on þone stenc farað. 55 Swā is Dryhten God, drēama Rǣdend, eallum ēaðmēde ōþrum gesceaftum, duguða gehwylcre, būtan dracan ānum, āttres ordfruman-- þæt is se ealda fēond þone hē gesǣlde in sūsla grund, 60 and gefetrade fȳrnum tēagum, biþeahte þrēanȳdum; and þȳ þriddan dæge of dīgle ārās, þæs þe hē dēað fore ūs þrēo niht þolade, Þēoden engla, sigora Sellend. Þæt wæs swēte stenc, 65 wlitig and wynsum, geond woruld ealle. Siþþan tō þām swicce sōðfæste men, * * * * * Than all this world's adornments. Then from town And palace, then from castle-hall, come forth Along the roads great troops of hurrying men-- The very beasts come also; all press on Toward that sweet odor, when the voice is stilled. Such as this creature is the Lord our God, Giver of joys, to all creation kind, To men benignant, save alone to him, The dragon, author of all wickedness, Satan, the ancient adversary whom, Fettered with fire, shackled with dire constraint, Into the pit of torments God cast down. The third day Christ arose from out the grave, For three nights having suffered death for us, He, Lord of angels, he in whom alone Is hope of overcoming. Far and wide The tidings spread, like perfume fresh and sweet, Through all the world. Then to that fragrance thronged * * * * * than aught that clothes the earth with beauty. Thereupon from cities, courts, and castle-halls many companies of heroes flock along thehighways of earth; the wielders of the spear press forward in hurryingthrongs to that perfume--and so also do animals--when once the music hasceased. Even so the Lord God, the Giver of joy, is gracious to all creatures, toevery order of them, save only the dragon, the source of venom, thatancient enemy whom he bound in the abyss of torments; shackling him withfiery fetters, and loading him with dire constraints, he arose fromdarkness on the third day after he, the Lord of angels, the Bestower ofvictory, had for three nights endured death on our behalf. That was asweet perfume throughout the world, winsome and entrancing. Henceforth, * * * * * on healfa gehwone, hēapum þrungon geond ealne ymbhwyrft eorþan scēat[a]. Swā se snottra gecwæð Sanctus Paulus:70 'Monigfealde sind geond middangeard gōd ungnȳðe þe ūs tō giefe dǣleð and tō feorhnere Fæder ælmihtig, and se ānga Hyht ealra gesceafta uppe ge niþre. ' Þæt is æþele stenc. * * * * * From every side all men whose hearts were true, Throughout the regions of the circled earth. Thus spoke the wise St. Paul: 'In all the world His gifts are many, which he gives to us For our salvation with unstinting hand, Almighty Father, he, the only Hope Of all in heaven or here below on earth. ' This is that noble fragrance, rare and sweet, Which draws all men to seek it from afar. * * * * * through the whole extent of earth's regions, righteous men have streamedin multitudes from every side to that fragrance. As said the wise St. Paul: 'Manifold over the world are the lavish bounties which the Fatheralmighty, the Hope of all creatures above and below, bestows on us asgrace and salvation. ' That, too, is a sweet odor. II THE WHALE (ASP-TURTLE) Nū ic fitte gēn ymb fisca cynn wille wōðcræfte wordum cȳþan þurh mōdgemynd, bi þām miclan hwale. Sē bið unwillum oft gemēted, 5 frēcne and fer[_h_]ðgrim, fareðlācendum, niþþa gehwylcum; þām is noma cenned, fyr[ge]nstrēama geflotan, Fastitocalon. Is þæs hīw gelīc hrēofum stāne, swylce wōrie bi wædes ōfre, 10 sondbeorgum ymbseald, sǣrȳrica mǣst, swā þæt wēnaþ wǣglīþende þæt hȳ on ēalond sum ēagum wlīten; and þonne gehȳd[_i_]að hēahstefn scipu tō þām unlonde oncyrrāpum, 15 s[_ǣ_]laþ sǣmearas sundes æt ende, * * * * * Now will I spur again my wit, and use Poetic skill to weave words into song, Telling of one among the race of fish, The great asp-turtle. Men who sail the sea Often unwillingly encounter him, Dread preyer on mankind. His name we know, The ocean-swimmer, Fastitocalon. Dun, like rough stone in color, as he floats He seems a heaving bank of reedy grass Along the shore, with rolling dunes behind, So that sea-wanderers deem their gaze has found An island. Boldly then their high-prowed ships They moor with cables to that shore, a land That is no land. Still floating on the waves, Their ocean-coursers curvet at the marge; * * * * * This time I will with poetic art rehearse, by means of words and wit, apoem about a kind of fish, the great sea-monster which is oftenunwillingly met, terrible and cruel-hearted to seafarers, yea, to everyman; this swimmer of the ocean-streams is known as the asp-turtle. His appearance is like that of a rough boulder, as if there were tossingby the shore a great ocean-reedbank begirt with sand-dunes, so thatseamen imagine they are gazing upon an island, and moor theirhigh-prowed ships with cables to that false land, make fast theocean-coursers at the sea's end, and, bold of heart, climb up * * * * * and þonne in þæt ēglond ūp gewītað collenfer[_h_]þe; cēolas stondað bi staþe fæste strēame biwunden. Ðonne gewīciað wērigfer[_h_]ðe, 20 faroðlācende, frēcnes ne wēnað. On þām ēalonde ǣled weccað, hēah fyr ǣlað. Hæleþ bēoþ on wynnum, rēonigmōde, ræste gel[y]ste. Þonne gefēleð fācnes cræftig25 þæt him þā fērend on fæste wuniaþ, wīc weardiað, wedres on luste, ðonne semninga on sealtne wǣg mid þā nōþe niþer gewīteþ, gārsecges gæst, grund gesēceð, 30 and þonne in dēaðsele drence bifæsteð scipu mid scealcum. Swā bið scinn[_en_]a þēaw, dēofla wīse, þæt hī droht[i]ende þurh dyrne meaht duguðe beswīcað, and on teosu tyhtaþ tilra dǣda, 35 wēmað on willan, þæt hȳ wraþe sēcen, * * * * * The weary-hearted sailors mount the isle, And, free from thought of peril, there abide. Elated, on the sands they build a fire, A mounting blaze. There, light of heart, they sit-- No more discouraged--eager for sweet rest. Then when the crafty fiend perceives that men, Encamped upon him, making their abode, Enjoy the gentle weather, suddenly Under the salty waves he plunges down, Straight to the bottom deep he drags his prey; He, guest of ocean, in his watery haunts Drowns ships and men, and fast imprisons them Within the halls of death. Such is the way Of demons, devils' wiles: to hide their power, And stealthily inveigle heedless men, Inciting them against all worthy deeds, And luring them to seek for help and comfort * * * * * on that island; the vessels stand by the beach, enringed by the flood. The weary-hearted sailors then encamp, dreaming not of peril. On the island they start a fire, kindle a mounting flame. The dispiritedheroes, eager for repose, are flushed with joy. Now when the cunningplotter feels that the seamen are firmly established upon him, and havesettled down to enjoy the weather, the guest of ocean sinks withoutwarning into the salt wave with his prey (?), and makes for the bottom, thus whelming ships and men in that abode of death. Such is the way of demons, the wont of devils: they spend their lives inoutwitting men by their secret power, inciting them to the corruption ofgood deeds, misguiding * * * * * frōfre tō fēondum, oþþæt hy fæste ðǣr æt þām wǣrlogan wīc gecēosað. Þonne þæt gecnāweð of cwicsūsle flāh fēond gemāh, þætte fīra gehwylc40 hæleþa cynnes on his hringe biþ fæste gefēged, hē him feorgbona, þurh slīþen searo, siþþan weorþeð, wloncum and hēanum þe his willan hēr firenum fremmað; mid þām hē fǣringa, 45 heoloþhelme biþeaht, helle sēceð, gōda gēasne, grundlēasne wylm under mistglōme, swā se micla hwæl se þe bisenceð sǣlīþende eorlas and ȳðmearas. Hē hafað ōþre gecynd, 50 wæterþisa wlonc, wrǣtlīcran gīen. Þonne hine on holme hunger bysgað, and þone āglǣcan ǣtes lysteþ, ðonne se mereweard mūð ontȳneð, * * * * * From unsuspected foes, until at last They choose a dwelling with the faithless one. Then, when the fiend, by crafty malice stirred, From where hell's torments bind him fast, perceives That men are firmly set in his domain, With treachery unspeakable he hastes To snare and to destroy the lives of those, Both proud and lowly, who in sin perform His will on earth. Donning the mystic helm Of darkness, with his prey he speeds to hell, The place devoid of good--all misty gloom, Where broods a sullen lake, black, bottomless, Just as the monster, Fastitocalon, Destroys seafarers, overwhelming men And staunch-built ships. Another trait he has, This proud sea-swimmer, still more marvelous. When hunger grips the monster on the deep, Making him long for food, his gaping mouth The ocean-warder opens, stretching wide * * * * * them at will so that they seek help and support from fiends, until theyend by making their fixed abode with the betrayer. When, from out hisliving torture, the crafty, malicious enemy perceives that any one isfirmly settled within his domain, he proceeds, by his malignant wiles, to become the slayer of that man, be he rich or poor, who sinfully doeshis will; and, covered by his cap of darkness, suddenly betakes himselfwith them to hell, where naught of good is found, a bottomless abyssshrouded in misty gloom--like that monster which engulfs theocean-traversing men and ships. This proud tosser of the waves has another and still more wonderfultrait. When hunger plagues him on the deep, and the monster longs forfood, this haunter of the sea opens his mouth, and sets his lips agape; * * * * * wīde weleras; cymeð wynsum stenc55 of his innoþe, þætte ōþre þurh þone, sǣfisca cynn, beswicen weorðaþ. Swimmað sundhwate þǣr se swēta stenc ūt gewīt[e]ð. Hī þǣr in farað, unware weorude, oþþæt se wīda ceafl60 gefylled bið; þonne fǣringa ymbe þā herehūþe hlemmeð tōgædre grimme gōman. Swā biþ gumena gehwām se þe oftost his unwærlīce, on þās lǣnan tīd, līf biscēawað:65 lǣteð hine beswīcan þurh swētne stenc, lēasne willan, þæt hē biþ leahtrum fāh wið Wuldorcyning. Him se āwyrgda ongēan æfter hinsīþe helle ontȳneð, þām þe lēaslīce līces wynne70 ofer ferh[ð]gereaht fremedon on unrǣd. Þonne se fǣcna in þām fæstenne gebrōht hafað, bealwes cræftig, * * * * * His monstrous lips; and from his cavernous maw Sends an entrancing odor. This sweet scent, Deceiving other fishes, lures them on In swiftly moving schools toward that fell place Whence comes the perfume. There, unwary host, They enter in, until the yawning mouth Is filled to overflowing, when, at once, Trapping their prey, the fearful jaws snap shut. So, in this fleeting earthly time, each man Who orders heedlessly his mortal life Lets a sweet odor, some beguiling wish, Entice him, so that in the eyes of God, The King of glory, his iniquities Make him abhorrent. After death for him The all-accursed devil opens hell-- Opens for all who in their folly here Let pleasures of the body overcome Their spirits' guidance. When the wily fiend Into his hold beside the fiery lake * * * * * whereupon there issues a ravishing perfume from his inwards, by whichother kinds of fish are beguiled. With lively motions they swim to wherethe sweet odor comes forth, and there enter in, a heedless host, untilthe wide gorge is full; then, in one instant, he snaps his fierce jawstogether about the swarming prey. Thus it is with any one who, in this fleeting time, full oft neglects totake heed to his life, and allows himself to be enticed by sweetfragrance, a lying lure, so that he becomes hostile to the King of gloryby reason of his sins. The accursed one will, when they die, throw widethe doors of hell to those who, in their folly, have wrought thetreacherous delights of the body, contrary to the wise guidance of thesoul. When the deceiver, skilful in wrongdoing, hath brought into thatfastness, * * * * * æt þām [_ā_]dwylme, þā þe him on cleofiað, gyltum gehrodene, and ǣr georne his75 in hira līfdagum lārum hȳrdon, þonne he þā grimman gōman bihlemmeð, æfter feorhcwale, fæste tōgædre, helle hlinduru. Nāgon hwyrft nē swice, ūtsīþ ǣfre, þā [_þe_] þǣr in cumað, 80 þon mā þe þā fiscas, faraðlācende, of þæs hwæles fenge hweorfan mōtan. Forþon is eallinga . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Dryhtna Dryhtne, and ā dēoflum wiðsace85 wordum and weorcum, þæt wē Wuldorcyning gesēon mōton. Uton ā sibbe tō him, on þās hwīlnan tīd, hǣlu sēcan, þæt wē mid swā lēofne in lofe mōtan tō wīdan feore wuldres nēotan. * * * * * With evil craft has led those erring ones Who cleave to him, sore laden with their sins, Those who in earthly life have hearkened well To his instruction, after death close shut He snaps those woful jaws, the gates of hell. Whoever enters there has no relief, Nor may he any more escape his doom And thence depart, than can the swimming fish Elude the monster. Therefore it is [best And[1]] altogether [right for each of us To serve and honor God, [1]] the Lord of lords, And always in our every word and deed To combat devils, that we may at last Behold the King of glory. In this time Of transitory things, then, let us seek Peace and salvation from him, that we may Rejoice for ever in so dear a Lord, And praise his glory everlastingly. [Footnote 1: Conjecturally supplied. ] * * * * * the lake of fire, those that cleave to him and are laden with guilt, such as had eagerly followed his teachings in the days of their life, hethen, after their death, snaps tight together his fierce jaws, the gatesof hell. They who enter there have neither relief nor escape, no meansof flight, any more than the fishes that swim the sea can escape fromthe clutch of the monster. Therefore is it by all means [best for every one of us to serve[1]] theLord of lords, and strive against devils with words and works, that sowe may come to behold the King of glory. Let us ever, now in thisfleeting time, seek from him grace and salvation, that so with theBeloved we may in worship enjoy the bliss of heaven for evermore. [Footnote 1: Conjecturally supplied. ] * * * * * III THE PARTRIDGE[1] Hȳrde ic secgan gēn bi sumum fugle wundorlīcne[2]. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Fǣger þæt word þe gecwæð wuldres Ealdor:5 'In swā hwylce tiid swā gē mid trēowe tō mē on hyge hweorfað, and gē hellfirena sweartra geswīcað, swā ic symle tō ēow mid siblufan sōna gecyrre þurh milde mōd; gē bēoð mē siþþan [Footnote 1: The partridge (like the cuckoo) broods the eggs of otherbirds. When they are hatched and grown, they fly off to their trueparents. So men may turn from the devil, who has wrongfully gainedpossession of them, to their heavenly Father, who will receive them ashis children. ] [Footnote 2: Gap in the manuscript, probably of considerable length. ] * * * * * About another creature have I heard A wondrous [tale. ] [There is] a bird [men call The partridge. Strange is she, unlike all birds In field or wood who brood upon their eggs, Hatching their young. The partridge lays no eggs, Nor builds a dwelling; but instead, she steals The well-wrought nests of others. There she sits, Warming a stranger brood, until at last The eggs are hatched. But when the stolen chicks Are fledged, they straightway fly away to seek Their proper kin, and leave the partridge there Forsaken. In such wise the devil works To steal the souls of those whose youthful minds Or foolish hearts in vain resist his wiles. But when they reach maturer age, they see They are true children of the Lord of lords. Then they desert the lying fiend, and seek Their rightful Father, who with open arms Receives them, as he long since promised them. [1]] Fair is that word the Lord of glory spoke: 'In such time as you turn with faithful hearts To me, and put away your hellish sins, Abominable to me, then will I turn To you in love for ever, for my heart Is mild and gracious. Thenceforth you shall be [Footnote 1: Conjecturally supplied, on the basis of other versions. ] * * * * * So, too, I have heard tell a wondrous [tale[1]] about a certain bird. [2]... Fair the word[3] spoken by the King of glory: 'At whatsoever time yeturn to me with faith in your soul, and forsake the black iniquities ofhell, I will turn straightway to you with love, in the gentleness of myheart; and thenceforth ye shall be reckoned to [Footnote 1: Conjecturally supplied. ] [Footnote 2: Gap in the manuscript, probably of considerable length. ] [Footnote 3: Cf. 2 Cor. 6. 17, 18; Isa. 55. 7; Heb. 2. 10, 11. ] * * * * * 10 torhte, tīrēadge, talade and rīmde, beorhte gebrōþor on bearna stǣl. ' Uton wē þȳ geornor Gode ōliccan, firene fēogan, friþes earnian, duguðe tō Dryhtne, þenden ūs dæg scīne, 15 þæt swā æþelne eardwīca cyst in wuldres wlite wunian mōtan. Finit. * * * * * Refulgent, glorious, numbered with the host Of heaven, and, instead of children, called Bright brethren of the Lord. ' Let us by this Be taught to please God better, hating sin, And strive to earn salvation from the Lord, His full deliverance, so long as day Shall shine upon us, that we may at last Inhabit heavenly mansions, nobler far Than earthly dwellings, gloriously bright. Finit. * * * * * me as glorious and renowned, as my illustrious brethren, yea, in theplace of children. ' Let us therefore propitiate God with all zeal, abhor evil, and gainforgiveness and salvation from the Lord while for us the day stillshines, so that thus we may, in glorious beauty, inhabit a dwellingexcellent beyond compare. Finit.