When fierce of heart | her sons to the fight
Did Guthrun whet | with words full grim.
[2]. “Why sit ye idle, | why sleep out your lives,
Why grieve ye not | in gladness to speak?
Since Jormunrek | your sister young
Beneath the hoofs | of horses hath trodden,
(White and black | on the battle-way,
Gray, road-wonted, | the steeds of the Goths.)
[3]. “Not like are ye | to Gunnar of yore,
Nor have ye hearts | such as Hogni’s was;