Unto your own dear country. Good knights, farewell each one.
Unto your love and compassion I commend my little son.”
So when they knew of a surety that they could not in any wise shake
Her purpose, the men of Siegfried into bitter weeping brake.
Ah, with what deep heart-anguish King Siegmund took farewell
Of Kriemhild! Renewal of sorrow on the childless father fell.
“A curse on that festal high-day!” the King in bitterness cried:
“Never to king and his dear ones did such foul fortune betide
As here upon us hath fallen—and that at a feast, good sooth!
In Burgundy here shall they see us never again, of a truth!”