El Poema de las Runas en
en Anglo-Sajón y Moderno inglés

þorn byþ ðearle scearp | ðegna gehwylcum
Thorn is painfully sharp | to thanes whichever

anfeng is yfel | ungemetum reþe
grasp is evil | grievously cruel

manna gehwelcum | ðe him mid resteð.
to each man | who with them rests.

Os byþ ordfruma | ælere spræce,
Os is the source | of all speech

wisdomes wraþu | ond witena frofur
wisdom's stay | and wisemen's gladness

and eorla gehwam | eadnys ond tohiht
and each earl's | joy and good hope

Rad byþ on recyde | rinca gehwylcum
Rad is in hall | to every warrior

sefte ond swiþhwæt | ðamðe sitteþ on ufan
soft and hard-indeed | to he who sitteth upon

meare mægenheardum | ofer milpaþas.
mare strong-hard | over mile-paths.

Cen byþ cwicera gehwam | cuþ on fyre
Cen is to all the quick | known as fire

blac ond beorhtlic | byrneþ oftust
bleak and brightly | burneth oftest

ðær hi æþelingas | inne restaþ.
there where æthelings | within resteth.

Gyfu gumena byþ | gleng and herenys,
Gyfu is to men | glee and honor

wraþu and wyrþscype | and wræcna gehwam
help and worthiness | and to wretches all

ar and ætwist | ðe byþ oþra leas.
honor and feasting | they are otherwise without.

Wynn ne brúceþ | þe can wana lýt,
Wynn gladdens | who has little want,

sáres and sorge | and him selfa hæfþ
pains, and sorrows | and himself hath

blæd and blysse | and éac burga geniht
fruit and bliss | and also stronghold enough.

Hagol biþ hwítost corna | hwyrft hit of heofones lyfte,
Hagol is whitest of corns | it whirls from heaven's loft,

wealcaþ hit windes scúra, | weorþeþ hit tó wætere syððan
it is wielded in winds showers | it worths to water then

Níed biþ nearu on bréostan, | weorþeþ híe þeah oft níþa bearnum
Níed is narrow on the breast, | worths it though oft to men's born

tó helpe and tó hæle gehwæþre, | gif híe his hlystaþ æror
to help and to heal however, | if it is listened to early

Ís byþ oferceald, | ungemetum slidor,
Ís is overcold, | awfully slippery,

glisnaþ glæshlútor, | gimmum gelícost,
glistens glasslike, | likest to gems,

flór forste geworuht, | fæger ansíene
a floor frost-wrought, | a fair sight

Géar biþ gumena hiht, | þonne god læteþ,
Géar is men's hope, | if god lets,

hálig heofones cyning, | hrúsan sellan
holy heaven's king, | the Earth sells

beorhte bléda | beornum and þearfum
bright fruits | to men and needs

Éoh biþ útan | unsméþe tréow,
Éoh is outwardly | unsmooth tree,

heard, hrúsan fæst, | hierde fyres,
hard, earth-fast, | herds fires,

wyrtruman underwreþed, | wynn on éþle
roots under-wreathed, | a joy on homestead

Peorþ biþ symble | plega and hleahtor
Peorþ is always | play and laughter

wlancum | þar wigan sittaþ
proud | the warriors sit

on béorsele | blíþe ætsamne
in beerhall | blithe together

Eolh-secg eard hæfþ | oftost on fenne,
Eolh-secg a home hath | oftest in a fen

weaxe on wætere, | wundaþ grimme,
waxes in water | woundeth grim,

blóde breneð | beorna gehwilcne
blood it brings | on men whichever

þe him ænigne | onfeng gedéð
who in anyway | dares to grasp

Sigel sæmannum | simble biþ on hihte,
Sigel to seamen | always is a hope

þonne híe hine fériaþ | ofer fisces bæþ,
when it fareth | over fishes bath,

oþ híe brimhengest | bringeþ tó lande
to sea-steed it | bringeth to land

Tir biþ tácna sum, | healdeð tréowa wel
Tir is some token, | holds troth well

wiþ æþelingas, | á biþ on færylde,
with æthelings, | ever is on bearing,

ofer nihta genipu | næfre swíceþ
over nights mists | never deceives

Beorc biþ bléda léas, | bereþ efne swá þéah
Beorc is fruit-less, | beareth even though

tánas bútan túdor, | biþ on telgum wlitig,
twigs without fruit, | are on boughs beautiful,

héah on helme | hrysted fægere,
high in helm | adorned fair,

gehlóden léafum, | lyfte getenge
loaded with leaves, | pressing aloft

Éh biþ for eorlum | æþelinga wynn,
Éh is for earls | æþeling's delight,

hors hófum wlanc, | ðær him hæleþ ymbe,
horse hooves proud, | there about heroes,

welege on wicgum, | wrixlaþ spræce,
wealthy on steeds, | mix speech,

and biþ unstyllum | æfre frofur
and is to the unstill | ever a joy

Mann biþ on myrgþe | his mágan léof;
Mann is in mirth | his kinsman's love;

sceal þéah ánre gehwilc | óðrum swícan,
though shall each | others deceive,

for þám dryhten wille | dóme síne
for they the lord wills | for doom

þæt earme flæsc | eorþan betæcan
that poor flesh | earths student

Lagu biþ léodum | langsum geþúht,
Lagu is to folk | a lengthy thought

gif híe sculun néþan | on nacan tealtum,
if they should dare | on ship tilting,

and híe sæýþa | swíþe brégaþ,
and the sea-waves | fiercely frighten,

and sé brimhengest | brídles ne gíemeð
and the sea-steeds' | bridles don't heed.

Ing wæs ærest | mid Eastdenum
Ing was first | amid East-Danes

gesewen secgun, | oþ hé siððan eft
seen, they say,| until he then eft

ofer wæg gewát, | wæn æfter ran;
over wave went | wagon after ran;

þus heardingas | þone hæle nemdon
thus the Heardings | the hero named.

Dæg biþ dryhtnes sond, | déore mannum,
Dæg is Lord's messenger, | dear to men,

mære metodes léoht, | myrgþ and tóhiht
splendid Creator's light, | mirth and good hope

éadgum and earmum, | eallum bryce
wealthy and poor, | all enjoy

Daeg : Day

Ethel : Homestead

Ac : Oak

Aesc : Ash

Yr : Bow

Ior : Serpent

Ear : Grave