Take earth, cast it with thy right hand under thy right foot, and say:
I put it under foot; I have found it.
Lo, the earth can prevail against all creatures,
And against injury, and against forgetfulness,
And against the mighty tongue of man.
Cast grave over them when they swarm, and say:
Alight, victoriou women, descend to earth !
Never fly wild to the wood.
Be as mindful of my profit
As every man is of food and fatherland.
Translated by R.K.Gordon (Anglo-Saxon Poetry Selected and Translated. London 1934)