His shirt and kilt he'd bade her lave,
That he might ride to his captain's abode.—
Then he bridled his steed so brave,
And away to his rose's bower he rode.
"Ah, mother dear, I have sinned a sin,
I've killed my wife with my love to go."—
Then Gyuri Bandi drank at the inn,
And slept in the cloak of Kasa his foe.
Gyuri Bandi was bound with chains,
From the judge's mouth his doom was told,