When now the fight was over, and all were free from care

When now the fight was over, and all were free from care, Hettel, their king, they buried, who for his daughter dear, Upon this barren seashore, e’en unto death had striven. To others who had fallen, whate’er their land and name, was burial given.

First, the men from Moorland each by himself they laid; The same was done for the Hegelings found among the dead; Unto the Normans, also, gave they graves allotted: Alone was each one buried, if Christian he were or heathen, it nothing booted.

Until six days were over, busy were they, at their best, And never time were finding (for the warriors took no rest) To ask for dead and dying the grace of God in heaven, For sins of which they were guilty; that they for their misdeeds should be forgiven.

Saying mass and singing were later heard on the strand. Never was God so worshipped, in any other land, For the dead in stormy fighting. Wherever men were lying With their death-wounds smitten, holy priests they brought to shrive the dying.

Many there did tarry to care for the churchly men. A deed of gift was written, wherein it could be seen How of land to the brothers three hundred hides was given. Far and wide ’twas bruited, that well a godly house was builded, and had thriven.

All who there were mourning the loss of friends and kin Gave of their wealth a tithing, women as well as men, For weal of the souls of any whose bodies there lay buried. The cloister soon was wealthy, by the yield of three hundred hides, through toil unwearied.

Now may God in his keeping have those who there lie dead, And the holy men there dwelling. Those then homeward sped Who still upon the Wulpensand were left among the living; After all their sorrows, they reached their fatherland, no more in warfare striving.