His well-loved head | on the knees of his wife:
“Look on thy loved one, | and lay thy lips
To his as if yet | the hero lived.”
[a]13]. Once alone | did Guthrun look;
His hair all clotted | with blood beheld,
The blinded eyes | that once shone bright,
The hero’s breast | that the blade had pierced.
[14]. Then Guthrun bent, | on her pillow bowed, [[416]]
Her hair was loosened, | her cheek was hot,
And the tears like raindrops | downward ran.