[17]. “So was my Sigurth | o’er Gjuki’s sons
As the spear-leek grown | above the grass,
Or the jewel bright | borne on the band,
The precious stone | that princes wear.
[18]. “To the leader of men | I loftier seemed
And higher than all | of Herjan’s maids; [[417]]
As little now | as the leaf I am
On the willow hanging; | my hero is dead.
[a]19]. “In his seat, in his bed, | I see no more
My heart’s true friend; | the fault is theirs,