If thou hast wit at thy command,
The cavern’s gate he’ll ope for thee.
If thou his riddles canst unravel,
The mountain’s treasures he’ll display:
But hast thou doubts, ’twere best to travel
Homeward, young friend, without delay.
“For Gestur none admits, before
His[88] riddles they correct unfold:
In chains of copper by his door
Yon four ferocious dogs behold!