Exeter Book Riddle 30 (according to the numbering of the Anglo-Saxon Poetic Records) is one of the Old English riddles found in the later tenth-century Exeter Book. Since the suggestion of F. A. Blackburn in 1901, its solution has been agreed to be the Old English word bēam, understood both in its primary sense 'tree' but also in its secondary sense 'cross'.[1]
The riddle is particularly important because it actually appears twice in the Exeter Book, on folios 108r (numbered 30a in the Anglo-Saxon Poetic Records) and 122v (numbered 30b). Parts of 30b are missing due to burn damage to the manuscript. This makes Riddle 30 a rare example of an Old English poem surviving in two copies (in this case both by the same scribe). The copies are fairly different, and these differences seem more likely to have arisen from scribal rather than memorial transmission.[2] [3] In the assessment of Roy M. Liuzza, '30b is rhetorically a decidedly more forceful poem than 30a'.[2]
As transcribed by Roy M. Liuzza[2] and translated by Pirkko Koppinen,[4] Riddle 30's text is thus:
| 30a (f. 108r) | 30b (f. 122v) | |
|---|---|---|
| Ic eom leg bysig lace mid windebewunden mid wuldre wedre gesomnad fus forð weges fyre gebysgad bearu blowende byrnende gled ful oft mec gesiþas sendað æfter hondum þat mec weras ⁊ wif wlonce cyssað þoñ ic mec on hæbbe ⁊ hi on hin gað to me monige mid miltse þær ic monnum sceal ycan up cyme eadig nesse :⁊ | Ic eom lig bysig lace mid windew . . . [r] . . . . . . dre ge somnad fus forð weges fyre gemylted [bear] . blowende byrnende gled ful oft mec gesiþas sendað æfter hondū þær mec weras ⁊ wif wlonce gecyssað þoñ ic mec onhæbbe hi on hnigað to me modge miltsum swa ic mongum sceal ycan up cyme eadignesse :⁊ | |
| I am busy with fire, fight with the wind,wound around with glory, united with storm, eager for the journey, agitated by fire; [I am] a blooming grove, a burning ember. Very often companions send me from hand to hand so that proud men and women kiss me. When I exalt myself and they bow to me, many with humility, there I shall bring increasing happiness to humans. | I am busy with fire, fight with the wind,[…] united […], eager for the journey, consumed by fire; [I am] a blooming […], a burning ember. Very often companions send me from hand to hand where proud men and women kiss me. When I exalt myself, high-spirited [ones] bow to me with humility, in this way I shall bring increasing happiness to many. |