

The Wanderer contemplates the way that all these things disappear in time, leaving behind nothing but darkness. He, like the Wanderer, also must lament the loss of treasure, festivities, and glorious leaders. Even He has memories of battles, remembering one certain horse or man. The Wanderer hypothesizes that the Creator of Men, who created human civilization and conflict, is also wise. Things can go from bad to good in a moment. He says that the Creator of Men has made the world unpredictable, and that hardships can happen to anyone at any time. The Wanderer now expands his ruminations towards the supernatural. The Wanderer offers a few examples of the latter, citing men who died in battle, men who drowned, one man who who was carried off by a bird, and another who was killed by a wolf. A wise man must accept that riches fade, buildings fall, lords die, and their followers die or disperse.
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A wise man must not boast until he is free of doubt. The Wanderer lists the lessons that he has learned that a wise man must not be hasty in speech, rash or fickle in battle, and he must not be nervous, greedy, or boastful.

He then realizes that the world is constantly fluctuating and a man's life experiences, good and bad, are ultimately what make him wise. He questions why he feels so unhappy when comparatively, the tribulations lords face are usually much more severe. The Wanderer then goes on to contemplate how lords are frequently forced out of their halls and away from their kingdoms. A seaman's spirit goes through these bouts of agony every time he finds himself alone, which makes his overall sorrow more acute. He will imagine the faces of his kinsmen and greet them joyfully with song, but alas, the memories are transient. The rich happiness of a man's dreams make his solitude even more miserable. When he awakens, the lonely man will be forced to face his friendless reality, surrounded by the dark waves, frost, and snow. Even when he sleeps, this lord-less man dreams of happier days when he could lay his hands and head upon his lord's knees. He claims that any man who stops receiving the wisdom of his lord will be filled with a similar sadness. The Wanderer is freezing cold, remembering the grand halls where he rejoiced, the treasure he was given, and the graciousness of his lord. The Wanderer relates his tale to his readers, claiming that those who have experienced exile will understand how cruel loneliness can feel. He was friendless, yearning for the comforts and pleasures of a new mead-hall, but found none. He left home with the coldness of winter in his heart and sailed the rough waves in search of a new lord. His kind lord died of old age and as a result, the Wanderer has been exiled from his country. An ambitious man can conceal his sorrowful heart, but he cannot escape it. He then argues that no matter how hard a man tries to contain his emotions, he can never avoid his fate.
He knows that it is dignified for a man to keep his feelings to himself. There is no living person with whom the Wanderer can share what is in his heart.

He knows that while he is lonely and isolated, he will think about these things constantly. The Wanderer goes on to recall the hardships he has faced in his life, like watching his kinsmen be ruined and even slaughtered. He cannot avoid going to sea, however, because this life is his fate. The poem begins with the Wanderer asking the Lord for understanding and compassion during his exile at sea.
