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(lines 16-34)
. . . therefore
(those) eager for glorious reputation often bind fast in their
hearts a gloomy (thought). (19) So I, often wretched, de-
prived of my native land, far from my noble kinsmen, have
had to bind my mind with fetters, since (the time) years ago
(when I) hid in the concealment of the earth (i.e., buried) my
gold-friend (i.e., generous lord), and I, abject, winter-griev-
ing (i.e., in a mood as dreary as winter? oppressed by ad-
vancing years?) went from there over the surface (lit. bind-
ing) of the waves, wretched, I sought the dwelling of a dis-
penser of treasure (i.e., generous lord), (sought) where I
might be able to find far or near some one who, in a mead-hall,
might know of my (people) or might be willing to console me,
friendless, comfort (me) with pleasures. (29b) He who ex-
periences (it) knows how cruel is sorrow as a companion to
him who has few friendly protectors for himself. (32) The
path of exile attends him, not twisted gold, a mournful spirit,
not earthly prosperity. He remembers the warriors in the hall
(lit. hall-warriors) and the receiving of treasure, (remem-
bers)
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