Saewacer of Kent

Woruldwæter welgestmned, werodlice singþ leoþuran

Ærendscip ærhwilup stranglic, æne forworen

His wæde oþ nu yþgian wiþ westwind, wæderapas orped

Setlgang sworetlendic, symble tosigen

Felagonge faroþlacende, forðsend fylgan eaggemearc

On last willan æmtian, aspendian symnihte on sunnuppe

Selfdéma æfre in his cnearr oferufa deop, fulluht underfon ðæron

Edniwinga gesiglan nihtlang, endleas earendel

The sea with a good voice, sings a mysterious song

A small ship once mighty, for the first time worn out

His sails until now overflowing with westerly wind, rigging full of strength

At sunset short of breath, forever to be threadbare

Having travelled much, being tossed on the waves, sent forth to hunt the horizon

At last will be free from toil, to spend the eternal night at the place of sunrise

A monk subject to his own rules always in his small ship above water, to receive baptism therein

Like new to reach by sailing through the night, the eternal dawn

Indo-European Poem - Camille Lee

Me-os Deiwo-brahter wod-m tep-m lei-si
My God brother water warm to pour

Me-os Deiwo-brahter peh-si.
My God brother to protect

Me-os Deiwo-brahter temo-m dhel-m tersi.
My God brother dark light to cross over

Me-os Deiwo-brahter weid-si wer-si.
My God brother to see to perceive

Me-os Deiwo-brahter past-os bal-os es-si.
My God brother strong solid to be

Me-os Deiwo-brahter swesorn-s-os bher-1-si.
My God brother sisters his suffer

Me-os Deiwo-brahter pet-si.
My God brother to open arms

Me-os Deiwo-brahter dreu-m es-si.
My God brother truth to be

English translation:
My God-brother pours out water and warmth.
My God-brother protects.
My God-brother crosses over dark and light.
My God-brother sees and perceives.
My God-brother is strong and solid.
My God-brother suffers his sisters.
My God-brother opens his arms.
My God-brother is truth.

Indo-European poem

Wergmi kar en wereargmi

by Kaley Shoaf

Ambhi wergmi kar en wereargmi egs to regm esenmi
By work hard and manshine I the right earn
Ad līk terə me-ós dhēm weidmi
At each turn my face to see
En kweimis en wekwmis kweiə to weikpopuluses mére no-menmi legénti
In whispers and hushed tones the villagers my name say
Kweiə egs agh līk terə to merkmi greahmi
While I day each through the market pass
Perleulīk en battuerens en peksuns dlegm
Fearlessly in battles and fights engaged
Wed ambhi werbh egs kailo magm
Surrounded by wrongs I right made
Me-ós bhās nēhw-iz en per sentt
My fame near and far traveled
Me-ós no-mens pentti kwo to bhads apo toōm esti
My name will be found where the best of them are

English Translation:
Through hard work and manshine I earn
The right to see my face at each turn
In whispers and hushed tones the villagers say
My name as I pass through the market each day
Fearlessly engaged in battles and fights
Surrounded by wrongs I now have made right
My glory has traveled near and far
My name will be found where the best of them are

Koromarkoes kwetóres

Womes katns pelnébons klewent

Ravens battles grayclouds they heard

Koromarkoes kwetóres kóinons draénti

Warhorses four grasses they run

Heiws heney ke memsoey werhénti

Vital force of spirit and of flesh they speak

Trebs puhrey ke kersmusmos dremti

Dwelling of wheat and of cherries sleeps

Koromarkoes kwetóres temomagm terénti

Warhorses four dark swamp they cross

Hek-mones kom hegnim ke lówk-om leygénti

Stones with fire and light they leap

Swesor semes gelun-ehsu steh-iti

Sister of summer in pines she hides

Koromarkoes kwetóres swesor bergénti

Warhorses four sister they protect

English translation:

The ravens heard the ominous battles

The four horsemen charge across the land

Speaking the life of spirit and body

While worldly abundance rests

The horsemen cross the dark swamp

Leaping; examples of truth and light

Winter hides among the trees

The four horsemen protect her

Boudika of Iceni (Old English)

Boudīka of Iceni
By Rachel Chase

Lang agone bihaldan! Bryttisc gleam
Long ago behold! Ancient Britain splendor

Geclipian feohtan folc freodom
cried loudly to fight folk freedom

Romanisce gewinnan, Gefa of seo Godas
Romans to win adversary in deadly feud the Gods

Gemengan folc Breten-lond Boudīka valda
to mingle folk Britain Land Boudicca to wield

Wlite wif wyrd strengþu
beautiful woman destiny strengthened

þæt cwenes taluan, triewe mæden
(that)queen tale faithful maiden

Full of Ellen seo Bellatrix Bryttas lædanas
Full of Zeal that female warrior Natives of Ancient Britain

Cepan huse hopian hydan hord
To hold home to wish to hide treasure

Hobban lond us Iceni folc mægester
Belongs land us Iceni folk masters

Wē sceal nǣfre gieldan wē sceal nǣfre losian
We shall never to pay for we shall never be lost/perish

Eagea geseah slahtr geteran
Eyes saw slaughter torn

Dead waet bodigas of blodas and flæscas
Dead wet bodies of blood and flesh

Dreorig wigan gemacod great geomrianþ wrecan
Blood fight made great lamenting avenge/drive out

Deað grette gemurnan seo maeden cwen
with death greeted mourned the maiden queen

Bryttisc gesincan read ea ænlic igland
Ancient Brittain sank red river lone island

Boudika cwen Onslǣpte hīe nǣfre a to fore wæcnanþ
Boudicca queen fell asleep she never ever in life awaken


English Translation:

Behold! Long ago gleaming ancient Britain
Called to the fight people for freedom
To win the battle against Rome, foe of the gods
Among the people of Britain, Boudicca (ruled)--old norse
Beautiful woman whom destiny strengthened
Tale of a queen, loyal maiden
Courageous warrior who led the native Brits
To keep their homes in the hopes to hide their hord
“This land belongs to us, masters of the Iceni people
We will not yield, we will not lose”
But eyes saw slaughter consume
Whole bodies wet with bloody flesh
The bloody battle forced great lamenting
Greeted with death, the young queen mourned
And ancient Britain sank in the red river as a solitary island
Then, the queen Boudica fell asleep and she never again awoke

*"Bellatrix" and "Slahtr" are borrowed from Latin and Old Norse words
**In the original document, the Old English is typed in an Old English font but for some reason it did not translate onto the blog. Also, though the hemi-stitches are there, it would not let me tab to separate them and did not seem to respond to the space bar either. They are, even though there are not spaces between them.

Blog Post One: Indo-European Option

Krista Isom

Indo-European:

Hoḱtō steyghmi gwhen ǵhwerm heh-terod

Eight steps to kill a beast of fire

Ói-no, hessi dreu kom déyw-o-kerd.

One, be steadfast with a shining heart

Dwó, weidsi kwe preḱsi déyw-omi balmi

Two, know and pray to God for strength

Tréyes, yugsi swemi ekwos pwe har-moes

Three, bind to oneself your horse and arms

Kwetwóres, smersi kob hesti pents dluhgh kwe m`e mreǵhús

Four, remember to succeed is a road long and not short

Pénkwe, weǵhsi uperi gweres pwe ḱóinoes

Five, ride over mounts and grasses

Swéḱs, sentos l``ed`osi swes weid swes

Six, (on the) path allow oneself to know oneself

Septḿ, weg'hsi, gwruHǵhsi, dáḱrusi

Seven, drag, bite, tear

Hoḱtō, gwhensi ǵhwerm

Eight, kill the beast

Merts hesti hedh

Death is sharp

Full English translation:

Eight Steps to Kill a Dragon

One, be steadfast with a shining heart

Two, know and pray to God for strength

Three, fully prepare yourself

Four, remember the road to succeed is a long one

Five, ride over long distances

Six, allow yourself to know yourself on the journey

Seven, drag, bite, tear

Eight, kill the beast

Death is sharp

Indo European Poem

Jaimee Jones
7 October 2009

At the edge of my dreams, I hear your voice
Whispering gently into the heavenly air.
At the edge of the mountain, I close my eyes
Sensing your breath, feeling you appear.
At the edge of my dreams, I see your beauty
Loyal and not straying stars in the velvet night.
At the edge of the mountain, I hold your heart
Stranger and brother know our love.
At the edge of my dreams, she is my miracle.
At the edge of the mountain, she is my beacon.
I will protect my wife with my body and blood.


At my dream edge I your voice hear

ad dreughos akos egs wekwosm kousmi

Into the heaven realm you whisper gently

dyeu regi kweisi genə

At mountain edge I my eyes close

ad men akos egs hokwosm klāumi

I your breath sense I you appear feel

egs gwhrēosm sentmi egs bhuhsi pālmi

At my dream edge I your beauty see

ad dreughos akos egs deuosm weidmi

Straight and not bending stars in the night velvet

hreg kwe ne ghwel steres nekwti wel

At mountain edge I your heart hold

ad men akos egs kerdosm kelmi

Stranger and brother our love know

ghostiti kwe bhréhtérti leubhōm gnōénti

At my dream edge she my miracle is

ad dreughos akos seh smeios esti

At mountain edge she my beacon is

ad men akos seh bhāos esti

I my forever half protect with my body and blood

egs aiwsemios pehmi kom kwrépoes kwe kreuhes