There returned again to Bechlaren of them all no single knight!
Then did their host with kisses of love from his dear wife part;
With kisses was Giselher sundered from his bride; with yearning heart
They held in their arms fond-clasping their wives, the passing fair.
Ah, soon bewept full sorely by many a maiden they were!
All through that stately castle they flung the casements wide
To see the Lord of the Marches with all his men forth ride.
Their hearts with mournful boding whispered to them, I trow:
Wept many a winsome lady and maiden to see them go.
For beloved friends and for kinsmen all these were sorrowing sore