He will bear her back to his garden of roses
In the mist of his magic grey-and-pearl.
Kunhild was borne to the rosy garden,
The sister of Dietrich of Bern, one day.
A fair green mead and a cloud's dim swirl,
And Kunhild awoke in the rosy garden ...
But she stood by a linden-tree first, they say.
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King Laurin has a garden of roses
Full of warm odours ... I'll sit and spin