Prologue
There shall be the fairest of joys 
 when they meet at the beginning,
 an angel and a blessed soul— (1-2a)
 
 when she gives up this earthly joy
 and forsakes these loaned pleasures—
 when she is parted from her body. (2b–3)
Then the angel speaks—
 keeping the elder order—
 one spirit greets the other 
 and announces God’s embassy: (4-5)
 
 “Now you may venture to where 
 you have striven for a long time, 
 again and again. I shall lead you myself— (6-7)
 
 “for you the ways will be pleasant 
 and revealed is the splendorous light of glory.
 You are now a fated farer 
 on your way to the holy home.” (8-10a)
There regret will never come, 
 for its miseries, a seeking beyond the hedge—
 instead there will be an ecstasy of angels, (10b-11)
 
 peace and beatitude, and the couch of souls 
 where they may always rejoice to their furthest moment, 
 rejoicing with their Lord, those who have 
 performed his judgments here on earth. (12-15a)
 
 God will keep perpetual recompense 
 for them in the heavens, where the Loftiest of All, 
 the King of Kings, governs the cities. (15b-17)
 
 Those are buildings that do not decay, 
 nor will life fail through wretchedness 
 for those that abide therein— (18-20a)
 
 rather it will become better 
 for them the longer it goes on. 
 They will enjoy youth and the mercies of God. (20b-21)
To that place the souls of the soothfast 
 may come after death, those who teach 
 and perform Christ’s law here, and uprear his praise. (22-24)
 
 They subdue those accursed spirits 
 and obtain for them the repose of glory—
 humanity’s heart must climb into here,
before or after— (25-27a)
 
 when he attends his solitary and sublime spirit, 
 so that these good souls will be allowed,
 clean of blot, to come into God’s wielding. (27b-29)
 I.
There are, throughout middle-earth, 
 many orders of men beneath the heavens, 
 those who rise up in the reckoning of the holy. 
 We can rightfully heed any one of them,
 if we wish to hold the holy commandments. 
 The wise man now can take advantage 
 of the opportunity of auspicious seasons
 and his spirit can venture forth, desiring the way. (30-37a)
The world is writhing — love for Christ cools, 
 and many temptations have mounted throughout middle-earth, 
 just as in former years God’s prophets have warned wordfully
 and through their divination declared the sum
 just as it is happening now. All earthly abundance elders 
 and from their beauty fruiting things fade— 
 in such tardy seasons all seeds become weaker in virtue. (37b-46a)
Therefore a man needs not think much upon this world 
 for improvement — that God will bring us a delight 
 more fair over these evils that we now endure, 
 before the ending of all creation, which he established in six days, 
 when he brings forth now these orders under the heavens, 
 both great and small. (46b-53a)
So this middle-earth is shared out into halves. 
 The Lord watches where they dwell who keep his law—
 he sees his judgments decline every day and stray 
 from the worldly rule that he pronounced by his own word. 
 He finds many, but few will be selected. (53b-59)
Some yearn to garb themselves in the glory of their estate 
 by just gabbing, but do not practice the program. 
 For them earth-weal over the Life Eternal is their highest hoping, 
 that which is eventually estranged from all earth-dwellers. 
 Therefore they now slander the heart of saints, 
 those who have confirmed their thought in the heavens, 
 knowing that their true homeland will endure 
 perpetually for the multitudes who throughout middle-earth 
 serve the Lord and through their good works 
 pine for that precious home. (60-70a)
So these mortal treasures will be meddled for a good 
 more renowned when they hanker for it,
 those for whom the fear of God bends over their heads. 
 They will be rebuked by that highest majesty 
 and they will profit in their lives by his commandments—
 and they ever wish and hope for the better one hereafter. 
 They invest in glory— they give alms and comfort the wretched. 
 They are generous with their rightful possessions. 
 They show love by exchanging with those who own less. 
 Daily they serve the Lord, and daily the Lord observes their deeds. (70b-80)
Some dwell in desert places. They willingly seek out and occupy homes 
 in the shadows. They await their dwelling among heaven’s kind. 
 Often one drives loathsome terror down upon them, 
 he who would snatch away life. Sometimes he reveals
 terrifying thoughts to them, sometimes idle glories.
 The killer, wise in woven lies, has both skills 
 and persecutes the sole-dweller. (81-88a)
 
 Before these men stand angels, armed with ghostly weapons; 
 they are mindful of their well-being 
 and keep the spirits of saints, who know their joy 
 is with the Lord. These are battle-tested champions
 who serve the King, that one who never refuses recompense 
 for those that endure in his love. (88b-92)
We can now relate what was recently revealed to us 
 by a holy order, how Guthlac stretched out his heart 
 to the delight of God, rejected all wickedness 
 and earthly honors, mindful of the upwards—
 his home in the heavens. (93-98a)
 
 Guthlac’s hope was upon that place, after he enkindled him,
 he who paves the life’s way for souls, and gave to him
 angelic gifts, so that he alone began to inhabit 
 a mountain-home, and through humble mind
 gave away all his proper possessions, 
 which his youth must have applied to the joys of this world. 
 A holy warden from the heavens held him close, 
 who eagerly fortified his flawless heart with goodness of spirit. (98b-107)
Okay, we have often heard that this holy man 
 in his earliest age enjoyed many hazards. 
 The time yet came for the judgment of God,
 when he gave an angel unto Guthlac’s understanding
 so that his thirst for sinning could be assuaged.
 The time was at hand — and two guardians kept watch over him,
 they battled over him—an angel of the Lord and a fearsome specter.
 Their counsels could be not any less alike,
 which they bore on many sorties into his heart’s reason. (108-18)
One of them said that all things of earth 
 were fleeting in the wind and praised the enduing good 
 in the heavens, where the souls of the holy recline 
 in victor’s glory upon the joys of the Lord, 
 who frankly doles out reward for their deeds 
 to those who would give thanks for his gifts and who 
 would utterly give up the world than lose that eternal life. (119-26)
The other incited him to seek by night
 the covens of reavers and struggle over
 mortal goods by acts of malice—as do exiled warriors 
 who mourn not for men’s souls who bring plunder to their hands, 
 save that they may have spoil by them. (127-32)
And so they exhorted Guthlac on either side 
 until the Lord of Hosts reckoned the struggle’s end 
 in the angel’s favor. The enemy was routed.
 Afterwards the Comforting Spirit was enshrined
 within Guthlac for his help, holding him dear 
 and instructing him even more eagerly the longer 
 the lesson went on—so that he came to cherish 
 the land’s joys, his home within the hill. (133-40a)
Often there came terror, frightful and uncouth, 
 the malice of olden foes, all so cunning in artifice. 
 They revealed their own faces to Guthlac. 
 They had held many seats there previously, 
 but had since withdrawn themselves, deprived of glory, 
 thence into wide wandering, flapping on the breeze. (133-46a)
That plot of land had been concealed from the eyes of men 
 until the Creator revealed a barrow within the woods, 
 when the builder arrived and reared there a holy home. 
 Guthlac cared nothing for life-wealth loaned through covetousness, 
 but the land pleasantly protected his goods 
 after that champion of Christ subdued the enemy. 
 There he was tried within the time of remembering men, 
 who yet worthy him for his ghostly wonders and hold dear 
 the report of his wisdom, which that holy servant exercised 
 with strength, when he rested alone in that secret place. (146b-59a) 
There he unfolded and uplifted the praise of the Lord. 
 Often by speech he declared God’s embassy 
 to those who adored the martyrs’ custom, 
 the sagacity of life which the spirit had revealed to him,
 so that he denied his body-house all things of pleasure 
 and worldly bliss, a softer seat and banquet-days,
 likewise from the vain delights of the eyes and proud apparel. 
 His fear of God was greater in his thoughts 
 than his desire to devote himself to satisfaction in mortal glory. (159b-69)
II.
Guthlac was a good man. He bore in his soul
 heavenly expectation that he would attain the salvation
 of eternal life. An angel, a faithful peace-guard, 
 was near him, one of a very few that dwelt in that march-land.
 There he became an example to many in Britain,
 after that warrior, blessed and battle-stern,
 went down into the barrow. He readied himself 
 with spiritual weapons and spiritual armor. 
 He blessed the plain, which had just been recently raised 
 for him as a war-camp by the Rood of Christ,
 where that champion had conquered many perils 
 and many of God’s martyrs were made bold. (170-182a)
We thus ascribe to the Lord the precious portions
 of Guthlac. He gave him victory and prudent craft,
 his mighty protecting hand, when enemy multitudes 
 roused their feud against him with far-flung arrows. 
 They could not abandon their enmity, 
 but drove many temptations at Guthlac’s soul. (182b-89a)
 
 Assistance was near him—the angel strengthened him 
 with courage when they whipped up wrath
 and the horrible welling of fire at him. 
 They stood about him in infantry bands,
 saying that he must burn within that barrow
 and the flame would swallow up his body-house—
 that misery and mind-trouble would consume all his kin,
 if he would not turn away from the fight’s flash-point
 and apply himself to human joys, 
 perform willingly and better his familial duty 
 among man-kind, allowing this conflict to still. (189b-99)
And so he raged, that one who spoke for all 
 the multitude of fiends—and not a bit more fearful
 was Guthlac’s soul. God had given him courage 
 against the terror so that the shoal of these evil elder foes
 suffered shame. These wrong-workers were filled with agony. 
 They said that Guthlac alone, save God himself, 
 had wreaked the most misery upon them, 
 since he, overweening in the wastes, 
 had broken the barrows where they, wretched enemies, 
 were once able to brook an abode after their torments,
 when they had come to rest, weary from wanderings,
 from the currents of time and rejoice in the repose 
 that was permitted them for some little while. (200-14)
That secret space stood high in the thoughts 
 of the Lord—though abandoned and man-devoid, 
 far from any land-claims, it waited for the charter
 of a better guardian for whom the elder-foes 
 harbored a hatred, and so they suffer perpetual sorrow. 
 These devils may not relish an abode on earth, 
 nor will the breeze slumber them into the limb’s repose. 
 Rather they will suffer shelterless of home, calling out cares, 
 longing for death, desiring the Lord manifest for them, 
 through the pangs of mortality, an end to their tribulations. (215-25)
The demons were neither allowed to harm Guthlac’s soul, 
 nor separate soul from body with a painful blow—
 but they heaved up harm-songs with cunning falsehoods, 
 cast aside their laughter and sighed their sorrow, 
 when a greater guardian overcame them on the plain. 
 Mourning the wrack-kin had to abandon their green mounds. 
 Nevertheless the deniers of God spoke vicious verses,
 fiercely promising that Guthlac should suffer 
 the division of death if he endured their more 
 loathsome moot any longer, when they would return 
 with a greater crew that felt little anxiety for his life. (226-38)
Guthlac marshaled words against them, saying 
 that they needed not to boast of their deeds 
 against the Lord’s might. “Though you have promised me 
 death, the Lord that dominates over your hardships, 
 will preserve me from your hates. There is but one Almighty God—
 he can shield me easily and cherishes my life. (239-43a)
“I wish to speak many truths to you. 
 Alone I can oppress you all—while on my rump—
 without much hardship. I am not so destitute as I stand before you, 
 lacking a host of men but no small portion 
 of sacred soul-mysteries indwells and increases within me, 
 and they bolster me up like a staff. I shall build myself, 
 readily and alone, a house here and couch there. 
 The precepts within me belong to the heavens:
 It seems not a little unlikely that an angel will conduct 
 unto me the spectacular success of all my deeds and words. (243b-54)
“Now begone, accursed ones and weary-minded, 
 from this ground here where you stand! Fly into the far-way! 
 I desire to seek peace for myself with God, 
 nor shall my spirit endure error among you all. 
 Instead the Hand of God acts as my guardian with its might. 
 Here shall be my earthly homeland—
 It is no longer yours in any wise.” (255-61)
III.
At that moment arose a clamor.
 The exiled family surrounded the barrow in a band,
 their speech climbing up, an anxious shout.
 Many demon advocates called out, vaunting their crimes:
 “Often we have observed between the two seas 
 the habits of humans, the prideful force of those that control 
 their life by chance. We have never found a greater arrogance 
 in just one man throughout middle-earth.
 You have vowed that you will occupy our home in our very midst?
 You are God’s poorling! And though you possess this land,
 by what shall you live? No man will nourish you here with meals—
 hunger and thirst shall be your harsh adversaries,
 should you go forth like a wild animal, alone from your homeland. (262-77a)
“There is nothing to this venture! Give up your refuge!
 No one can give you better counsel than all this horde brings!
 We will be loyal unto you if you will heed us, 
 else we will seek you again ill-prepared for our greater strength—
 so that we need not strike you with hands 
 nor fell your corse with weapons’ wounds.
 We can beat down this hut with our feet—
 our folk with both cavalry force and foot soldiers will trample it.
 They will be swollen in rage then when strike you down—
 pounding you and paining you, wreaking upon you their violent rage.
 They will carry you away—leaving behind bloody footprints—
 if you think to resist us. We will assault you 
 with malicious deeds. Start desiring sanctuary for yourself—
 flee to where there is hope for friends 
 if you care about your spirit!” (277b-91)
But Guthlac was prepared — God had made him
 strong of answer, strong of courage. He did not quail
 at these words, but spoke sorrow to his opposing foes
 knowing full well the truth: “Wide is the wilderness—
 there are many wrack-homes here, 
 secret ground for wretched ghasts.
 They are pledge-breakers that inhabit these houses.
 Though you have congregated all these devils, 
 each laboring for wider strife,
 you will draw out a victory-less journey 
 in pursuit of raging vengeance. (292-302a)
I don’t mean to bear sword against you,
 a worldly weapon in my rage-swollen hand. 
 This good country shall not be inhabited 
 through the gushing of blood, but I think to satisfy
 my lord Christ with a dearer sort of play
 Now that I have climbed up into this land 
 your idle words have offered me many other dwellings.
 My breast-core is not afraid or appalled, 
 but he that wields all power over his work 
 keeps me in peace over mankind. (302b-12a)
“There is not a speck of love due to you, nor may you do the tiniest part of evil.
 I am the servant of the Lord: he often comforts me through an angel.
 Therefore few longings visit me, and rarely sorrow.
 Now a soul-kindred shepherd preserves me. My hope is with God—
 I do not care for anything of earth-weal for my own use,
 nor do I yearn for much with my heart. 
 Instead every day the Lord sends me 
 what I require by hands of men.” (312b-322)
So he exulted standing against the many,
 glory’s worthy warrior supported by the strength of angels.
 The entire multitude of fiends departed thence.
 No great time they intended to grant Guthlac.
 He was brave and humble-hearted, 
 building in his barrow—his desired home—
 forsaking the longings for loaned pleasures. 
 He never separated himself from the mercy of men, 
 but asked for the health of every soul,
 when in lonely desert he lowered his face to the ground.
 His inner heart became incited with a joyful spirit. (323-35)
Often, with an angel near him, he meditated upon how
 he might least need to brook the joys of this world.
 He did not doubt the truth for terror of wretched devils,
 nor did he defer the time that he should endure for his Lord,
 so that neither sleepy slumber nor sluggish spirit
 would deprive him of the strength to rise up.
 Thus a warrior should always campaign for God in his heart,
 and often bear his soul into hatred of him that wishes
 to prosecute every soul wherever he can snare them. (336-47)
Always the demons found Guthlac stout in God’s will,
 whenever the wild-fliers came through the darkness of night—
 those ones that occupied secret dwellings—
 seeking whether his delight in that plain had decreased.
 They desired that a sorrow for human love should invade his heart,
 so that he would make a journey again to his homeland. (348-55a)
There was no such enterprise: when the angel in the wasteland
 approached Guthlac most eagerly and gave him gifts so that yearning
 could not hinder him for the will of God. Instead he remained
 in covenant with his instructor. Often he asserted:
 “Indeed! It behooves that the Holy Spirit directs him
 into determination and bolsters his works, 
 inviting him with gentle words, promising life’s repose, 
 so that he heeds the teachings of the Leader
 and does not allow the Olden-Foe to misturn his mind from the Measurer.
 How shall my spirit come to safety, unless I give to God
 my handsome heart in order that my inner thoughts to him […] (355b-68)
[at least one folio is missing here]
IV.
[The manuscript resumes in the middle of Guthlac’s speech]
“…early or late there may come an end 
 to when you all are allowed to lift me up as a wonder.
 Nor can my body-house against this perishing creation 
 partake of death, but it is destined to crumble
 just as the entire earth upon which I stand. 
 Although you may carry away my flesh-coat to the fire’s welling, 
 fierce-minded with greedy flames, you will never avert me 
 from these words, so long as my wit endures. 
 Although you afflict my body with pains, 
 you can never penetrate my soul—
 rather you will bring it into a better state. 
 Therefore I wish to suffer what my Lord deems proper for me. (369-79a)
“There is no worry for death in me. 
 Though my bones and blood both will be rendered to the earth’s profit, 
 the perpetual part of me shall voyage into bliss, 
 where it may enjoy a homestead more fair. 
 There is no home on this height as good or better 
 that befits a man who labors daily in the passion of his prince’s will. 
 Nor must the servant of the Lord desire in his heart-case 
 more of these earthy possessions than his sole share, 
 so that he may keep an exculpation for his body.” (379b-89)
Then there appeared, just as before, the malice of olden-foes, 
 their quarrel brought again to boil— 
 there resounded a second cry, not at all small, 
 when the clamor of care-ridden demons mounted the breeze. 
 Always the praise of Christ swelled and dwelled 
 in Guthlac’s heart for good things, 
 and the God of Multitudes maintained him on the mountain, 
 as he keeps every spirit in safety, wherever their ghost
 thrives in their customs. Guthlac was one of these men—
 he worked not after worldly things, but instead heaved 
 the pleasures of his heart up into Eternal Glory. 
 Who could have been greater than he? 
 A lone warrior revealed within our own times, the champion 
 for whose sake Christ manifested more mortal wonders? (390-403)
V.
God shielded Guthlac against the loathsome clutches 
 of spirits, wretched and wracking—
 they were fierce to rush upon him with greedy grasp. 
 God never wanted his soul should suffer bodily pain 
 from them, he granted that the harmers may only touch 
 him with their hands, and that his peace was protected against them. (404-11)
Then the demons heaved Guthlac onto the high breeze, 
 giving him power beyond the kindred of men, 
 so that he was shown before his eyes everything 
 under the dominion of holy shepherds, 
 the bearing of men in monasteries whose use their lives in lusting, 
 idle possessions and arrogance, in ostentatious clothing, 
 as will be the custom of youth where they are not 
 checked by the fear of the elder. (412-20)
The fiends need not have rejoiced there— 
 rather they had too swiftly consumed the fruits 
 of their endeavor, only granted them for a short while. 
 They might not long afflict his body-house with tortures, 
 nor vex him by any abuse they might achieve. (421-26)
Then they conducted him from the sky 
 to his most beloved home on earth, 
 so that he again climbed the barrow in the grove. 
 The killers groaned and moaned mournsomely 
 that a child of man had excelled them in calamities, 
 and thus, destitute and alone, this would come 
 as a hardship to them, if they could not
 painfully pay him a greater blow in return. (427-34a)
Guthlac set his hope in the heavens, trusting in salvation—
 he had endured the fiends’ embrace with his life. 
 The insurrection of miserable demons was a temptation vanquished.
 The champion remained, happy on the hill: 
 his reward was with God. 
 It seemed in his thought that he was blessed 
 among mankind who protected his noble soul alone 
 so that the enemy’s hand at the uttermost end 
 should hurt him not, when the Lord’s glory 
 would guide him, compelled to die at last. (434b-45)
Nevertheless yet, remembering their griefs, 
 the blame-blabbers promised him the baleful 
 with furious blasphemies. His faith was revealed: 
 that God had rewarded Guthlac with courage 
 with his favors since he struggled alone. (446-50)
An accursed demon said to him wordfully: 
 “We should not need to toil this arduously for you, 
 if you would have readily heeded the precepts of friends. 
 When you first came, humbled and wretched, into this flash-point, 
 then you vowed that the Holy Ghost would shield you readily 
 against hardships, because of the token that turned 
 the hand of men away from your noble face.” (451-59)
 
 (Within that mask dwell many men, resigned to fault.
 They don’t serve God at all, but please their bodies 
 for love of delicate food’s delights —
 so you all render unto the Lord 
 worthy memorials in foolish delight.
 You all hide before men many things 
 that you conceive in your heart. 
 Although you practice them in secret, 
 your deeds will not be kept hidden.) (460-66)
We conducted you upon the breeze, 
 depriving you of the land’s joys, 
 for we desired you would see for yourself 
 that we have bring the truth against you.
 All of these torments you have endured 
 because you could not change this fact.” (467-69)
Then it happened that God wished to give him 
 favor after his suffering, so that he esteemed martyrdom 
 in his breast. He gave Guthlac wisdom
 in his heart’s thoughts and a might-fast memory. 
 He stood against many old devils, 
 emboldened by courage, and said to vex them that they, 
 vanquished, must abandon that green plain. (470-77)
“You are scattered! Sin weighs upon you! 
 You know not how to beseech the Lord of Multitudes, 
 nor humbly seek for mercy, even though he permitted it for you 
 some little while that you were allowed to possess power over me. 
 You were willing to accept that with patience, 
 but conducted me up angrily so that I could see from the air 
 the constructs all over this country.
 The radiant light of heaven was revealed to me, 
 though I might have endured your fury. (478-87)
“You set me in scorn because I suffered meekly 
 the roomy regula and the wild hearts of young men 
 in God’s temples. By this you would make game 
 of the praise of saints. You sought the inferior, 
 and did not judge the better by their deeds. 
 Yet these acts shall not be kept secret. (488-93)
“I wish to speak a truth refuting you all—
 God has shaped the youth and the delight of men
 so they cannot bear themselves with maturity in their early bloom 
 but instead they delight in the joys of the world 
 until the count of winters subdues their youngness. 
 Thus their spirit feels affection for the demeanor 
 and deportment of a more mature state, 
 which many throughout middle-earth appropriately serve in their ways. 
 Men will reveal their wisdom to other people: 
 they lose their arrogance after their youth flees folly. (494-504)
“You do not distinguish that fact, rather you speak of the sins 
 of the wicked, and never celebrate the hearts and practices 
 of the soothfast. You rejoice in crimes and do not look 
 for the comfort that you may experience any improvement 
 in your wrack-journeys. Often you stand accused, 
 for which comes chastisement from heaven. 
 That one who has sent me can reconcile us, 
 he that controls the length of every life.” (505-12)
So the sainted soldier shouted out—
 he was a martyr for mankind, sundered from his sins. 
 Yet he must endure his share of pain, 
 though the Lord ruled over his torments. Listen—
 that seemed some wonder to men that Guthlac would further
 allow miserable demons to strike him with savage seizures, 
 and that it happened yet! (513-20)
Greater still was that Christ sought middle-earth himself, 
 and shed his blood into the hands of slayers. 
 He held dominion over both life and death when he suffered 
 willingly and meekly the malice of persecutors on earth.
 Therefore it is now fitting that we consider the deeds 
 of law-fast men, and say praise to the Lord for all these exempla, 
 the wisdom that his books reveal for our sakes through his glorious works. (521-9)
VI.
Grace in sacred power was discovered within Guthlac.
 There is much to relate, all after the beginning, 
 what he endured in courage: (530-32)
 
 The vanguard whom the Almighty Father himself 
 had decreed against the hidden adversaries of life. 
 There his soul became pristine and proven. 
 It is widely known throughout middle-earth that his heart 
 flourished in God’s design—
 there is still much to tell about what he suffered himself 
 under the narrow bonds of his malicious guests. (533-40)
Then he scorned the pain and always was mindful of his soul,
 of the protector who kept his mind, so that Guthlac did not doubt 
 the truth in his breast, nor with grieving injure his spirit, 
 but that steadfast heart dwelt in the holy man
 until he had overcome these troubles. (541-6)
His torments were harsh, grim the servants, 
 all of them that promised his life’s downfall. 
 They were not allowed to condemn Guthlac to death, 
 the shepherds of sin, but his soul waited within its body-house
 until a dearer hour. Readily they observed that God 
 would deliver him from hatred. He would sternly judge 
 their forceful vengeance. So the Lord can, almighty and alone, 
 easily protect every one of the blessed against hardships. (547-56)
Nevertheless, fury-swollen, the wracked wrathfully brought him, 
 the champion of glory, the holy Host-thane, to the doors of hell, 
 where the doomed spirits of the sinful 
 first seek entry after their death-pangs 
 into that horrible house, the bottomless pit down below the cliffs. 
 They shook him, wickedly offering him battle, dread and hatred, 
 and a savage journey, as is the custom of fiends, 
 when they wish to betray the souls of the soothfast 
 with sins and crafty tricks. (557-68)
Grim-hearted they began to harass God’s warrior 
 in his heart, affirming strongly that he must go into 
 that terrible and grim place and go down humbled 
 to hell’s citizens and there suffer in burning bonds. 
 They desired to drag the miserable wretch into hopelessness 
 among the angry words, the Creator’s champion. It could not be so! (569-76)
Lornsome and loathly to Christ, they spoke to Guthlac harshly: 
 “You are not worthy, no servant of the Lord, pristinely proven, 
 nor a righteous champion, well known by word and deed, 
 holy in his heart. Now you must dive deep into hell, 
 to have no more of the light of the Lord in Heaven, 
 the lofty houses, the seat in the sky, 
 because you have performed too many sins and evils 
 in your flesh-home. We wish to repay you a bounty 
 for every blot, where it will be the most loathsome 
 for you, in the most horrific soul-torment.” (577-89)
Guthlac the blessed man gave answer to them in his spirit, 
 with the power of God: “Do so much, if Christ the Lord, 
 the Light-Origin of Life will permit you, the Wielder of Hosts, 
 to be able to led his pledge-pilgrim into that hateful flame. 
 That deed would be in the power of the Glory-King, 
 Christ the Savior, he that humiliated you and routed you 
 into servitude under close confinement. (590-8)
“I am his humble serving-man, his vassal patient. 
 I must submit myself wholly to his sole judgment everywhere 
 and wish forever to be subordinated to him eagerly 
 with my soul’s thoughts, and faithfully follow my Savior, 
 in both my practice and presence. I wish to thank him 
 for all these gifts that God shaped—first the angels 
 and then the earth-dwellers. I will bless him with a blithe heart 
 the Light-Origin of Life and day and night sing praises to him 
 through honor befitting, praise in my heart the Warden of the Heaven-Realm. 
 That will never be allowed you from above, in the light’s leniency, 
 that you may speak the Lord’s praise. Rather you must, 
 welling with woe in death, whooping bewail your lamentation 
 in Hell, to never have the holy exaltation of the Heaven-King. (599-617)
VII.
“I will worthy that Deemer by words and deeds 
 in my days, love him in my lifetime, 
 as his lesson and grace spring forth as sprouting speech, 
 to those who with their works accomplish his will. 
 You are pledge-breakers, so you have lived long on the exile’s track, 
 given flame to drink, enticed by darkness, 
 deprived of heaven, bereaved of joy, 
 committed to death, caught up in crimes and hopeless of life— 
 you would devise a cure for your blindness. 
 You readily scorned then the fairer creation in former-days, 
 the spiritual heaven-joy, when you conceived contrary to the Holy Lord. 
 You would not ever be allowed to abide in joy-days, 
 but in shame were shaven with sins 
 for your over-pride, in eternal fire, 
 where you must suffer death and darkness, 
 wailing the width of your years. 
 Never should you expect an improvement to this state. (618-36)
“And I believe that fact in the Life-Origin, 
 the Eternal Ruler of all creation, that he, 
 for his mercies and powerful means, the Savior of Men, 
 never will abandon me in the valor-works for which I have 
 long campaigned for God in my body-house and in my soul 
 through the mysteries of multifold powers. 
 Therefore I trust in the glory of the brightest Trinity, 
 which holds in its hands heaven and earth, by their consent—
 so that you never can, rage-hearted with malice 
 drag me into torments, vile murderers 
 and man-harmers, dark and unvictorious. (637-651a)
 
 Truly I am satisfied, sweetly in my soul’s box,
 by graceful belief and with the love of the Lord, 
 instigated in my breast unto that better home, 
 enlightened in my limbs to that everlasting 
 dwelling most precious. There is my native land, 
 pleasant and joyous in the Father’s Glory, 
 where the light’s radiance nor life’s hope in God’s realm 
 was never rendered to you for the savior’s sake, 
 because of your over-pride that mounted you in mind 
 through idle boast provoked too powerfully. (651b-62)
“You believed and desired, you evil-thinkers,
 that you must be like the Shaper in glory. 
 There a worse thing happened to you, 
 when the Wielder gave you wrath to wassail 
 in gloomy torment—there a pyre was kindled 
 for you afterwards, blended with poison, 
 and through his deep doom expelled 
 you from joy, the society of angels. (663-70a)
 
 Now and forever it shall be so that you have damnation 
 in welling-flame, and no blessings at all. 
 Nor need you believe, beshorn of glory, that you, 
 sinful in the shade with guile-tricks, can shove me into shame, 
 nor drag me into the fire-blaze down into this hell-house, 
 where a home for you has been created, 
 the darkness of everlasting night, 
 strife without end and grim ghast-killing. 
 There you mourning must be dragged into death 
 while I will have the delight of joys among the angels 
 in that lofty realm of the stars, where is the Lawful King: 
 the succor and salvation for the race of heroes, 
 their company and community.” (670b-684a)
Then came a messenger of the Lord, holy from the heavens, 
 who with his voice pronounced fear 
 of a sublime sort for the miserable demons. 
 He ordered them to immediately lead glory’s champion 
 limb-whole and unharmed from that wrack-trip, 
 so that the dearest soul, prepared in God’s protection, 
 should journey unto joy. The press of fiends were trembling 
 in their terror. The powerful being spoke, 
 the Lord’s precious thane, shining day-bright. 
 He held the soul of Guthlac in his power, 
 the proud protector rich in mighty deeds. 
 He bound the servants of darkness into agonizing restraints, 
 imposing hardship and earnestly commanding them: (684b-97)
“Let there be no break of bone nor bloody wound, 
 no welts on his body nor one whit of injury 
 which you could do to harm to him. 
 Rather you will place him whole where you grabbed him. 
 He shall control the countryside — 
 you may no longer defend that place against him. 
 I am the judge; the Lord commanded me to utter at once, 
 that you will heal him of every injury with your own hands,
 and after be obedient to him in his own judgments. 
 I must not conceal my countenance before the lot of you. 
 I am the servant of the Maker. I am one of twelve who he cherished 
 in his heart, most faithful in the form of men. (698-710)
“The Lord dispatched me here from heaven, 
 seeing that you, on the earth for your envies, 
 lay torments upon this pledge-pilgrim. 
 He is my brother, his hardship grieves me. 
 I bring this about, where my friend dwells in his refuge, 
 who I will keep the peace with. Now I may aid his task — 
 and for that you will often be shown my face. 
 Now I will seek him out frequently. 
 I must conduct his words and works to the Lord in witness—
 so he will know his deeds.” (711-21)
VIII.
Then Guthlac’s spirit was overjoyed after Bartholomew 
 had proclaimed God’s message. The obedient captives stood ready, 
 those who did not deviate from the word of that saint. 
 Glory-blessed the Lord’s champion then began to draw himself 
 on the dear journey to that desired portion of earth. 
 They bore him and held him from breaking, 
 heaving him with their hands and protecting him from a fall. 
 Smooth and soft, their travels were done under the terror of God. (722-32a)
Victor-triumphant the builder returned to the barrow. 
 Many species, the race of tree-fowl blessed him with insistent chirping,
 revealing the return of the blessed man in tokens. 
 Often he held out food for them when they flew about his hands, 
 hungry and greedily eager, exulting in his aid. 
 So that mild heart parted himself from the joys of mankind, 
 serving the Lord and taking unto himself the joys 
 of wild beasts since rejecting those of the world. (732b-41)
Tranquil was the triumph-field and the hall renewed, 
 the voice of birds fair and the earth blossoming; 
 the cuckoos announced the spring. 
 Guthlac was allowed, blessed and resolute, to brook his dwelling. 
 That green plain stood in God’s protection. 
The warden, who had come from the heavens, 
had enfeebled the fiends. What design has become fairer 
in men’s lifetime, which our elders remember
or we know for ourselves since? (742-51)
What wonders are these known to us! 
All this has come to pass within the period 
of our own times. Therefore none of men’s kindred
 across the earth need doubt it, 
indeed such good is worked as a confirmation of the souls’ life, 
lest weaker hearts have need to turn from that testimony 
when they might profit by the truth in their own sight. (752-9)
So the Almighty adores all creation beneath the breeze 
 in its body-housing, the tribes of men throughout middle-earth. 
 The Wielder wishes that we always and prudently 
swallow up his wisdom, so that his truth becomes 
a recompense for his gifts among us, 
which he grants and sends to us as an honor and understanding,
 clearing lenient life-courses for our souls that reach towards radiance. (760-8)
This is certainly not the least that his love makes known, 
 when it builds godly gifts in the heart of men. 
 So he exalted Guthlac’s days and deeds through his decree.
He was the first—firm in fights with his foes, set against sins, 
 where he little wanted afterwards for vigilance. 
 Often his word was sent up to God through his humility;
 his prayer allowed to come into that bright creation. 
He thanked the Prince for those things he was given 
to endure in his sufferings—until the moment when, 
through God’s will, a better life may be granted him. (769-80)
And so was Guthlac’s spirit carried into the high heavens 
 in the embraces of angels, conducting him lovingly 
 before the face of his Eternal Judge. The reward was granted him, 
a seat in the skies, where he might always exist, 
 established in life, and continue in calm forever. 
The Child of God is his patient protector, 
the Mighty Lord and Holy Herdsman, 
 the Warden of Heaven’s Realm. (781-9)
So the souls of the sooth-fast may climb up 
 into that perpetual home, the realm of the stars, 
 those who accomplish the Glory-King’s life-long lesson here 
 in words and works, and in their life’s season 
earn eternal life on earth and a home on high. 
Those are the Host-men, chosen champions dear to Christ, 
bearing in their breasts bright belief and holy hope. (790-99a)
With clean hearts they worthy the Wielder, 
 holding thought both prompt and prudent onto the forth-way 
 to their Father’s homeland. They ready the soul’s house, 
 expertly overfighting the Enemy and eschewing sinful desires 
 in their own breasts. These men attend to brother-love eagerly—
 in God’s purpose they trouble themselves, adorning 
 their souls with holy thoughts. The command of the Heaven-King 
 they effect on earth. They love fasting—they are sheltered 
 from baleful evil and strive after their prayers. 
 They struggle against sins and keep truth and right. (799b-810)
Their hence-going will never grieve them after, 
 when they voyage to that holy city, 
 departing directly for Jerusalem, where 
 they may joyfully behold the face of God 
 and her peace and panorama unto the world’s end, 
 where she truly abides, beautiful 
 and glory-fast, for the entire width of life, 
 in the delight of the land of living. (811-8)
Thank you for putting this here, it is beautiful and just the sort of thing that lends itself to reading aloud. I was at Crowland Abbey a few months ago and have thought a lot about Guthlac since hten. The fens are indeed a strange place full of fiends and demons and ghasts …. don’t ‘ee go out on they marshes at night