All that you held most dear you will put by
and leave behind you, and this is the arrow
the longbow of your exile first lets fly
And what will press down on your shoulders most
will be the foul and foolish company
you will fall into on that barren coast.
Ingrade and godless, mad in heart and head
will they become against you, but soon thereafter
it will be they, not you, whose cheeks turn red.
I have learned much that would, were it retold,
offend the taste of many alive today.