With zeal and eloquence dost thou fulfill
The task imposed thee by thy sov’reign’s will:
So now depart! but first, I pray thee, taste,
Thy strength to renovate, our night’s repast,
Then quick returning to thy bright domain
Inform thy anxious lord, his suit is vain.
Tell him, however prudent, smooth and kind
Thy words, they naught have influenc’d Gerda’s mind.
Stout champions, brave in war, our mountains yield,
Chiefs, whom in power the Asar ne’er excell’d: