from the Exeter Book
I speak by one mouth a feast of tongues
sing through modulations changing quick
a heady voice crying out loud my tune
carry my way resound without refrain as
an old evening-bard to courtiers brings
merriment to settlements when I alighting
shout my voice to homes they quietly sit there nodding.
So tell what I am called who like a showgirl jest
and imitate with gusto cabaret promising men
much to welcome with my voice.
What am I?
Translated from Old English by Evan Klavon
Poetry in Translation