XXII.
My friend in real distress, we should have been by none disturbed,
Had not the white-bannered commander [115a] led forth his army;
We should not [115b] have been separated in the hall from the banquet of mead,
Had he not laid waste our convenient groves; [115c]
He crept into the martial field, he crept into our families. [115d]
The Gododin relates how that, after the fight in the fosse,
When we had no dwellings, [116a] none were more destitute. [116b]