Such speech, I ween, beseems not the man who in serving thee Hath comfort found! If succour thine hand ever brought to me, I had been less slow to praise thee, but sorrow and loss alone 225 Hast thou counted to me as guerdon, and such glamour thine art hath thrown O'er mine eyes, that, methinks, henceforward I trust thee never more, Though small profit it brought unto thee, the bitter grief I bore! And yet too high above me art thou, that whate'er my wrong, I should e'en as a fool upbraid thee with bitter words and strong: 230 For thy spear too sharply pierces, and scarce may we bear the weight, Thou layest at will upon us--Methinks he who sang of late, 'Neath a tree, of thy mystic dealings, and thy wondrous ways of old, Had better done had he told us how we thy grace might hold! (Heinrich of Veldeck was he, and he taught us, I ween, right well 235 Of the winning of Love, of its guarding, alas! he failed to tell.) For oft one thro' folly loses the prize that he late did win; Yea, to me hath such fate befallen, yet Frau Minne, _thine_ was the sin! Since all wisdom shall be thy portion, since against thee nor spear, nor shield, Nor charger, nor guarded fortress their vaunted power can wield, 240 I know not what shall withstand thee, nor on earth, nor on the sea! He who feareth to face thy conflict, say whither shall he flee? 'Twas thy mystic power, Frau Minne, that dealt thus with Parzival, And reft him awhile of knowledge, and wrought with him as a fool. For fair was the queen and gracious who reigned in far Pelrapär, 245 And she thought on her lord and husband, and she made thee her message bear. And for this cause Kardeiss her brother, hast thou for thy payment slair, And since thou such tribute askest, 'tis well that I ne'er have ta'en From thine hand aught of good, since in such wise thou dost for thy debtors care-- This I spake for the sake of all men--List ye now how Sir Kay did fare: 250