Mourned many a high-born warrior, and their eyes with tears were dim.
“Now God in Heaven reward thee, Rüdiger, noblest of men!
In all the earth thy fellow shall never be seen again,
Who givest to friendless warriors the best of all thy store.
May God vouchsafe that the glory of thy goodness live evermore!
Woe’s me for the word thou bringest!” Hagen cried again:
“Already we bear a burden too heavy of grief and pain.
God pity us, if battle we must with a friend like this!”
Answered the Lord of the Marches, “As thine my heart’s grief is.”
“Now, Rüdiger noble-hearted, thee for thy gift I requite: