Who bade thee seek
This rock flame-circled?—
Taught thee to yearn for the woman?
SIEGFRIED
It was a singing
Woodland bird;
He gave me welcome tidings.
WANDERER
A wood-bird chatters idly
What no man understands;
How then couldst thou tell
The song's true meaning?
SIEGFRIED
Because of the blood
Of a dragon grim
That fell before me at Neidhöhl'—
The burning blood
Had scarce touched my tongue
When the sense of the singer grew plain.
WANDERER
Who was it urged thee on
To try thy strength,
And slay this dragon so dread?
SIEGFRIED