Spoke of our lay in unsparing praise,
That they never had heard a nobler song.
Then I roamed through all the realm of the Goths;
110 Unceasing I sought the surest of friends,
The crowd of comrades of the court of Eormanric.
Hethca sought I and Beadeca and the Harlungs,
[Emerca] sought I and Fridla and East-Gota,
Sage and noble, the sire of Unwen.
115 Secca sought I and [Becca], Seafola and Theodoric,
Heathoric and [Sifeca], Hlithe and Incgentheow.