'For he showed thee of his sorrow--Oh! thou false and faithless guest, For hadst thou had pity on him, his anguish had gotten rest. I would that thy mouth might perish, yea, the tongue thy mouth within, For e'en as the heart the tongue is, in thine _heart_ is the root of sin. To Hell shalt thou be predestined, by the Ruler of Heaven high, 655 And this be on earth thy portion, that true men thy face shall fly. And ban hast thou won for blessing, and for bliss shalt thou find but bale, For too late dost thou strive for honour, and thy striving shall naught avail. And so feeble shall wax thy manhood, and thy fame it shall be so weak, That never shall soul's physician the promise of healing speak. 660 An one to the oath should drive me, on thine head were I fain to swear, That never a darker treason was wrought by a man so fair. Thou hook in fair feathers hidden, bright serpent with poisoned fang, Who ne'er of the sword was worthy, which thine host at thy side did hang! The goal of thy sins, this thy silence, of Hell's horde art thou now the sport, 665 And dishonour upon thy body, Sir Parzival, hast thou wrought. Saw'st thou not how they bare before thee the Grail, and the bleeding spear, And sharp silver? Thy joy's destruction, and thy shelter from grief were here!' 'Yea, hadst thou but asked at Monsalväsch; afar, in a heathen land, Rich o'er all earthly riches, doth the town of Tabronit stand; 670 Yet the riches thy speech had won thee had been greater far, I ween-- And with gallant strife of knighthood the hand of that country's queen Feirefis Angevin hath won him: no fear doth his manhood stain; One father, I ween, hath borne ye, yet unlike shall ye be, ye twain. And thy brother is strange to look on, for both white and black his face, 675 And at Zassamank he reigneth o'er the folk of his mother's race.'