Then wept Gudrun, The daughter of Gjuki, So that the tears Flowed through her tresses; And the geese Screamed in the yard— The good fowls Which the maiden owned. Then said Gullrönd, The daughter of Gjuki: I never knew A greater love Among all men Upon earth Than that of you two. Thou wast never happy, My sister, Indoors or out, Unless with Sigurd. Then said Gudrun, The daughter of Gjuki: Such was my Sigurd Among the sons of Gjuki, As a garlic[353] Grown high among grass, Or a shining stone Set on a band, A precious gem, So was he above the high-born. I seemed also To the king’s champions Higher than any Dis of Herjan;[354] Now I am lowly As a willow leaf, After the king’s death. I miss in the seat And in the bed The talk of my friend; The sons of Gjuki cause My misery, And the sore weeping Of their sister. So shall you Lose your land As you kept not The sworn oaths; Thou, Gunnar, wilt not Enjoy the gold; Those rings Will be thy death, As thou to Sigurd Did’st falsely swear. Oft was it merrier When my Sigurd Saddled Grani In the grass-plot (tun), And they went To woo Brynhild, The cursed being With bad luck. Then said Brynhild, The daughter of Budli: May that being lack[355] Husband and children Who made thee Weep, Gudrun, And to thee this morning Gave power of speech.[356] Then said Gullrönd, The daughter of Gjuki: Speak not these words, Much hated one; Thou hast always been The Urd[357] of the high-born;