She to Gu-drun came nearer, the stately, high-born maiden,
And, at her feet down-falling, bewept her father’s death, with sorrow laden.
[1479]
She said: “Most queenly lady, do not your tears forbear,
For all my many kinsmen who death together share.
Bethink you, if you also a father slain were weeping,
How you would feel, great princess. My father slain I mourn, in death now sleeping.
[1480]
“Behold, most high-born maiden, my woe and bitter need;
How almost all my kinsmen lie, with my father, dead: