After your own good pleasure, for here nought lacketh to you.
I trow, the counsel of Hagen never yet had ye cause to rue.
If ye will not be counselled by Hagen, I Rumold give you my rede—
Unto you have I ever been faithful, I have served you with diligent heed—
Here in the land, if ye hearken my will, do ye still abide,
And leave King Etzel to tarry yonder by Kriemhild’s side.
Where can ye in all earth’s compass be in better case than here?
So safely here be ye shielded that no foe draweth near:
Here in the goodliest raiment may your bodies be arrayed:
Rich wine may ye drink, and for wooing is many a comely maid.