One of my enemies ended my life
sapped my world strength, afterward soaked me
wetted in water
set me in the sun, where soon I lost
the hairs which I had
and then the hard knife edge cut me
Fingers folded me, and feather of bird
traced all over my tawny surface
with drops of delight
Then, for trappings a man
bound me with boards, bent hide over me
glossed me with gold, and so I glistened
wondrous in smithwork, wire encircled
Say what I am called
Useful to man
Mighty my name is
A help to heroes, and holy am I
Author Unknown
