Where had been hanged with shouts of the host 205
On tree of the rood the Ruler of heaven
Through envy and hate, just as the old fiend
Misled with his lies, the people deceived,
The race of the Jews, so that God himself
They hanged, Lord of hosts:  hence in misery shall they 210
For ever and ever punishment suffer. 
Then praise of Christ by the Caesar was
In the thoughts of his mind[2] always remembered
For that great tree, and his mother he bade
Go on a journey with a band of men 215
To [land of] the Jews, earnestly seek
With host of warriors where that tree of glory
Holy ’neath earth hidden might be,
The noble King’s rood.  Helena would not
On that expedition be slow to start, 220
Nor that joy-giver’s command neglect,
Her own [dear] son’s, but soon she[3] was ready
For the wished-for journey, as the helmet of men,
Of mail-clad warriors, her had commanded. 
Gan then with speed the crowd of earls 225
Hasten to ship.[4] The steeds of the sea
’Round the shore of the ocean ready were standing,
Cabled sea-horses, at rest on the water. 
Then plainly was known the voyage of the lady,
When the welling of waves she sought with her folk. 230
There many a proud one at Wendel-sea
Stood on the shore.  They severally hastened
Over the mark-paths, band after band,
And then they loaded with battle-sarks,
With shields and spears, with mail-clad warriors, 235
With men and women, the steeds of the sea. 
Then they let o’er the billows the foamy ones go,
The high wave-rushers.  The hull oft received
O’er the mingling of waters the blows of the waves. 
The sea resounded.  Not since nor ere heard I 240
On water-stream a lady lead,
On ocean-street, a fairer force. 
There might he see, who that voyage beheld,
Burst o’er the bath-way the sea-wood, hasten
’Neath swelling sails, the sea-horse play, 245
The wave-floater sail.  The warriors were blithe,
Courageous in mind; queen joyed in her journey. 
After to haven the ringed-prowed
O’er the sea-fastness had finished their course
To the land of the Greeks, they let the keels 250
At the shore of the sea beat by the breakers,
The old sea-dwellings at anchor fast,
On the water await the fate of the heroes,
When the warlike queen with her band of men
Over the east-ways should seek them again. 255
There was on [each] earl easily seen
The braided byrnie and tested sword,
Glittering war-weeds, many a helmet,
Beautiful boar-sign.  The spear-warriors were,
Men ’round victor-queen, prepared for the march, 260
Brave war-heroes.  They marched with joy