There Grendel suffered a grevious hurt,
A wound in the shoulder, gaping and wide;
Sinews snapped and bone-joints broke,
And Beowulf gained the glory of battle.
Grendel, fated, fled to the fens,
To his joyless dwelling, sick unto death.
The stranger from afar, the stalwart and strong,
Had purged of evil (van kwaad gezuiverd) the hall of Hrothgar.
The token was clear when the bold in battle
Laid down the shoulder and dripping claw –
Grendel’s arm in the gabled (met ramen) hall!