hyge

Forþon nu min hyge hweorfeð ofer hreþerlocan,
min modsefa mid mereflode, 
ofer hwæles eþel hweorfeð wide,
eorþan sceatas – cymeð eft to me
gifre ond grædig; gielleð anfloga,
hweteð on hwælweg hreþer unwearnum 
ofer holma gelagu.
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So now my mind moves above its heartfold,
my spirit with the seaflood,
wide over whale’s realm it moves,
to earth’s corners – returns to me anew
gluttonous and greedy; the loneflier cries,
irresistibly whets the heart to the whaleway
over the swells of the sea.
—  The Seafarer, 58a-64a