I am wonderful and rare— I can lay aside
my own speech for another’s!
At times, I hound-bark, goat-bleat,
goose-honk, or sharply shrill like a hawk.
Sometimes, I mime the eagle’s long scree,
the gray soldier’s keening cry; sometimes,
the call of the kite. Sometimes, the gull’s water-song.
As I gleefully sit, singing, I am actor-glad.
My letters are P, A, and G—and I. I also have
an M and an E. Say what these six letters mean!
Links:
[1] https://www.ablemuse.com/v9/poetry-translation/bertha-rogers/anglo-saxon-riddle-37?s=ccf27417d9567342d0ac972e81a621a2
[2] https://www.ablemuse.com/v9/poetry-translation/bertha-rogers/anglo-saxon-riddle-29?s=ccf27417d9567342d0ac972e81a621a2