Wearily lived she thirteen years of sorrow through,
And ever the death of the Hero unto her spirit clung.
Unto him was she true and faithful, as many a bard hath sung.
(C) A wealthy and princely abbey had Uta builded high
After the death of Dankart with the wealth of her treasury,
And with revenues richly endowed it, which it draweth unto this day.
By Lorsch that cloister standeth in honour abiding aye.
(C) Unto this were given thereafter of Kriemhild unstinted doles
For the peace of the soul of Siegfried, and for all Christian souls.
Gold gave she with hand ungrudging, and many a precious stone.