Beowulf - Institutionen för arkeologi och antik historia
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So am I, exhausted by the mighty troubles of the heat, restored by the spring<br />
when I know that you are safe.<br />
Being thus informed, by something similar to the murmur of a clear and lively spring<br />
(vitrei fontis sibilet unda recens, l. 19), and relieved of his anxiety, Venantius in his<br />
turn pours 16 lines (ll. 33–48) of the most intimate praise over Lupus. The prudent<br />
and manly German hero, not least the one known from the 1930s, would have<br />
blushed and sunk through the floor had he been the recipient:<br />
o nomen mihi dulce Lupi, replicabile semper<br />
quodque mei scriptum pagina cordis habet,<br />
35 quem semel inclusum tabulis dulcedinis intus<br />
non abolenda virum pectoris arca tenet:<br />
thesauros pietatis habens, pretiosa voluntas<br />
producens animo pura talenta suo!<br />
divitias quas mundus habet mens aurea vincit<br />
gemmarumque decus corde micante refert.<br />
sensus aromaticus suaves diffundit odores.<br />
hoc tribuens animae qnod bene tura solent.<br />
melle saporatum refluens a pectore verbum<br />
et sale conditum reddis ab ore sophum.<br />
45 post tenebras noctis stellarum lumina subdens<br />
Lucifer ut radiis sic mihi mente nites.<br />
ut recreat mudum veniens solis ab orto<br />
inlustrant animum sic tua verba meum.<br />
(Venantius Book VII, poem 8)<br />
Oh, Lupus’ sweet name, to me, always worth repeating, which is written on the<br />
page of my heart, (35) a man who, once included there on the tablets of sweetness,<br />
the indestructible coffer of my chest shall keep. You have a treasure of devotion, a<br />
costly benevolence, which produces pure talents in its soul. Your golden mind<br />
exceeds all worldly wealth and reflects the beauty of pearls with your brilliant<br />
heart. Your aromatic mind spreads soft fragrance and gives the soul the good<br />
which incense usually gives; the words flowing from your breast taste of honey<br />
and the wisdom you speak is spiced with salt. (45) As the morning star with its<br />
rays after the darkness of the night dominates the light of the stars, so do you shine<br />
in my mind, and as the light of the sun recreates the world when it rises, so do your<br />
words illuminate my heart.<br />
This turmoil of feelings awakes in Venantius (ll. 49–56), the memory of his coming to<br />
Germania and his first meeting with Lupus, who found time to act like a father to<br />
young Venantius although he was at the same time deeply engaged in political life,<br />
giving advice to the fatherland. Venantius was, to say the least, impressed. Bringing