If you for bliss are hoping, so long as you are living,
Then for Hartmut’s sister you must, as best you may, henceforth be striving.”
[1620]
To her young Ortwin answered: “Now think you this is well?
I and her brother Hartmut never as friends can feel;
We slew their father Ludwig, and, when to me she’s wedded,
Of him will she be thinking; then with her sighs I oft shall be upbraided.”
[1621]
“You such love must show her that for him she will not long.
If now this word I give you, ’tis from a love as strong