Her farewell with tears was given:
“Go, then, go, my little son, now!
Go, but see thou’rt not long absent.
Come back when four weeks are over.”
“Gladly would I, O my Mother,
Come before a month is over,
But ... my horse, my black horse splendid
Stumbled with me at our gateway!
Oi! God knows—all’s in His willing—
Whether I return home safely,