Translation of ‘Riddle 47’ from The Exeter Book
A moth ate words. When I heard about this wonder,
It seemed to me a curious thing, that the worm should gobble
The sayings of some unnamed man,
That the thief in the dark should steal his glorious speeches,
The foundation of their mighty meanings.
And yet the thieving guest was not one whit the wiser
For having swallowed all those words.