《古德伦的煽动》的原典

Þá frá ek sennu
slíðrfengligsta,
trauð mál, talið
af trega stórum,
er harðhuguð
hvatti at vígi
grimmum orðum
Guðrún sonu:

"Hví sitið ér,
hví sofið lífi,
hví tregr-at ykkr
teiti at mæla,
er Jörmunrekkr
yðra systur,
unga at aldri,
jóm of traddi,
hvítum ok svörtum,
á hervegi,
grám, gangtömum
Gotna hrossum?

Urðu-a it glíkir
þeim Gunnari
né in heldr hugðir
sem var Högni;
hennar munduð it
hefna leita,
ef móð ættið
minna bræðra
eða harðan hug
Húnkonunga."

Þá kvað þat Hamðir
inn hugumstóri:
"Lítt myndir þú
leyfa dáð Högna,
þá er Sigurð vökðu
svefni ór;
bækr váru þínar
enar bláhvítu
roðnar í vers dreyra,
folgnar í valblóði.

Urðu þér beggja
bræðra hefndir
slíðrar ok sárar,
er þú sonu myrðir;
knættim allir
Jörmunrekki
samhyggjendr
systur hefna.

Berið hnossir fram
Húnkonunga;
hefir þú okkr hvatta
at hjörþingi."

Hlæjandi Guðrún
hvarf til skemmu,
kumbl konunga
ór kerum valði,
síðar brynjur,
ok sonum færði,
hlóðusk móðgir
á mara bógu.

Þá kvað þat Hamðir
inn hugumstóri:
"Svá kemsk meir aftr
móður at vitja
geir-Njörðr hniginn
á Goðþjóðu,
at þú erfi
at öll oss drykkir,
at Svanhildi
ok sonu þína."

Guðrún grátandi,
Gjúka dóttir,
gekk hon tregliga
á tái sitja
ok at telja
tárughlýra
móðug spjöll
á margan veg:

"Þrjá vissa ek elda,
þrjá vissa ek arna,
var ek þrimr verum
vegin at húsi;
einn var mér Sigurðr
öllum betri,
er bræðr mínir
at bana urðu.

Svárra sára
sák-at ek né kunna,
-- -- --
meir þóttusk
mér of stríða,
er mik öðlingar
Atla gáfu.

Húna hvassa
hét ek mér at rúnum;
máttig-a-k bölva
betr of vinna,
áðr ek hnóf höfuð
af Hniflungum.

Gekk ek til strandar,
gröm vark nornum,
vilda ek hrinda
stríð grið þeira;
hófu mik, né drekkðu,
hávar bárur,
því ek land of sték,
at lifa skyldak.

Gekk ek á beð,
hugðak mér fyr betra,
þriðja sinni
þjóðkonungi;
ól ek mér jóð,
erfivörðu,
erfivörðu,
Jónakrs sonum.

En um Svanhildi
sátu þýjar,
er ek minna barna
bazt fullhugðak;
svá var Svanhildr
í sal mínum
sem væri sæmleitr
sólar geisli.

Gædda ek gulli
ok guðvefjum,
áðr ek gæfak
Goðþjóðar til;
þat er mér harðast
harma minna
of þann inn hvíta
hadd Svanhildar,
auri tröddu
und jóa fótum.

En sá sárastr,
er þeir Sigurð minn,
sigri ræntan,
í sæing vágu,
en sá grimmastr,
er þeir Gunnari
fránir ormar
til fjörs skriðu,
en sá hvassastr,
er til hjarta
konung óblauðan
kvikvan skáru.

Fjölð man ek bölva,
-- -- --
Beittu, Siguðr,
inn blakka mar,
hest inn hraðfæra
láttu hinig renna;
sitr eigi hér
snör né dóttir,
sú er Guðrúnu
gæfi hnossir.

Minnsktu, Sigurðr,
hvat vit mæltum,
þá er vit á beð
bæði sátum,
at þú myndir mín,
móðugr, vitja,
halr, ór helju,
en ek þín ór heimi.

Hlaðið ér, jarlar,
eikiköstinn,
látið þann und hilmi
hæstan verða;
megi brenna brjóst
bölvafullt eldr,
þrungit um hjarta
þiðni sorgir."

Jörlum öllum
óðal batni,
snótum öllum
sorg at minni,
at þetta tregróf
of talit væri.

A word-strife I learned, most woeful of all,
A speech from the fullness of sorrow spoken,
When fierce of heart her sons to the fight
Did Guthrun whet with words full grim.

"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.)

"Not like are ye to Gunnar of yore,
Nor have ye hearts such as Hogni's was;
Vengeance for her ye soon would have
If brave ye were as my brothers of old,
Or hard your hearts as the Hunnish kings'."

Then Hamther spake, the high of heart:
"Little the deed of Hogni didst love, When Sigurth they wakened from his sleep;
Thy bed-covers white were red with blood
Of thy husband, drenched with gore from his heart.

"Bloody revenge didst have for thy brothers,
Evil and sore, when thy sons didst slay;
Else yet might we all on Jormunrek
Together our sister's slaying avenge.

"........ ........
The gear of the Hunnish kings now give us!
Thou hast whetted us so to the battle of swords."

Laughing did Guthrun go to her chamber,
The helms of the kings from the cupboards she took,
And mail-coats broad, to her sons she bore them;
On their horses' backs the heroes leaped.

Then Hamther spake, the high of heart: "Homeward no more his mother to see
Comes the spear-god, fallen mid Gothic folk;
One death-draught thou for us all shalt drink,
For Svanhild then and thy sons as well."

Weeping Guthrun, Gjuki's daughter,
Went sadly before the gate to sit,
And with tear-stained cheeks to tell the tale
Of her mighty griefs, so many in kind.

"Three home-fires knew I, three hearths I knew,
Home was I brought by husbands three;
But Sigurth only of all was dear,
He whom my brothers brought to his death.

"A greater sorrow I saw not nor knew,
Yet more it seemed I must suffer yet
When the princes great to Atli gave me.

"The brave boys I summoned to secret speech;
For my woes requital I might not win
Till off the heads of the Hniflungs I hewed.

"To the sea I went, my heart full sore
For the Norns, whose wrath I would now escape;
But the lofty billows bore me undrowned,
Till to land I came, so I longer must live.

"Then to the bed— of old was it better!—
Of a king of the folk a third time I came;
Boys I bore his heirs to be,
Heirs so young, the sons of Jonak.

"But round Svanhild handmaidens sat,
She was dearest ever of all my children;
So did Svanhild seem in my hall
As the ray of the sun is fair to see.

"Gold I gave her and garments bright,
Ere I let her go to the Gothic folk;
Of my heavy woes the hardest it was
When Svanhild's tresses fair were trodden
In the mire by hoofs of horses wild.

"The sorest it was when Sigurth mine On his couch, of victory robbed, they killed;
And grimmest of all when to Gunnar's heart
There crept the bright-hued crawling snakes.

"And keenest of all when they cut the heart
From the living breast of the king so brave;
Many woes I remember, ........
...............

"Bridle, Sigurth, thy steed so black,
Hither let run thy swift-faring horse;
Here there sits not son or daughter
Who yet to Guthrun gifts shall give.

"Remember, Sigurth, what once we said,
When together both on the bed we sat,
That mightily thou to me wouldst come
From hell and I from earth to thee.

"Pile ye up, jarls, the pyre of oak,
Make it the highest a hero e'er had;
Let the fire burn my grief-filled breast,
My sore-pressed heart, till my sorrows melt."

May nobles all less sorrow know,
And less the woes of women become,
Since the tale of this lament is told.

那时我听闻一场争辩，
惨烈至极，
那难以出口的话，
出自深重的悲苦，
当时，心肠刚硬的
古德伦以凶狠的言辞
激励自己的儿子
前去杀敌：

“你们为何坐着，
为何沉睡着虚度此生，
为何还能欢声笑语，
心中毫不悲伤？
约尔蒙雷克
已将你们的妹妹，
那年纪轻轻的姑娘，
置于马蹄下践踏，
白马和黑马，
在征战的道路上，
还有灰色、惯于行走的
哥特人的骏马！

你们两个全不像
那贡纳尔，
也没有霍格尼
那样的心志；
你们本会设法
为她报仇，
倘若你们有
我兄弟们的勇气，
或有粪便诸王
那刚硬的心。”

这时开口的是哈姆迪尔，
那心志豪迈的人：
“你当初可不会
赞许霍格尼的作为，
那时他们将西格尔德
从睡梦中唤醒；
你那青白色的
床上衾被，
被丈夫的鲜血染红，
浸透了死者的血。

你为两个
兄弟报仇，
报得惨烈而痛楚，
竟杀了自己的儿子；
我们本可全都
同心协力，
向约尔蒙雷克
为妹妹报仇。

把粪便诸王的
珍宝拿出来；
你已经激起我们两个
奔赴刀剑的集会。”

古德伦笑着
转身走进内室，
从箱中选出
诸王的头盔，
还有长长的锁子甲，
拿给自己的儿子；
勇士们跃上
骏马的肩背。

这时开口的是哈姆迪尔，
那心志豪迈的人：
“倒毙在哥特国土的
持矛的尼约德，
再也不会归来
探望母亲；
你将为我们所有人
饮下祭奠的酒，
为斯万希尔德，
也为你的儿子。”

古德伦哭泣着，
这吉尤基的女儿，
悲伤地走去，
坐在门前，
开始述说，
双颊满是泪水，
将心中悲苦的往事
一一诉说：

“我曾有过三处炉火，
我曾有过三座炉膛，
曾被三个丈夫
迎入家门；
唯有西格尔德，
胜过其余所有人，
可我的兄弟们
却使他丧了命。

如此的创痛，
我从未见过，也未尝过，
—— —— ——
他们却似乎还要
使我更受折磨，
那些王族男子
将我嫁给了阿特利。

我唤来勇悍的
粪便少年，与我密谈；
我无法为苦难
求得更好的报偿，
直到我砍下
尼伯龙根子孙的头颅。

我走向海岸，
心中怨恨诺伦，
我想挣脱
她们严酷的约束；
高高的波涛
托起我，却不将我淹没，
于是我踏上陆地，
因为我还得活着。

我走上婚床，
心想从前更好，
第三次嫁给
一位统治万民的国王；
我生下孩子，
承继家业的后人，
承继家业的后人，
约纳克尔的儿子们。

侍女们围坐在
斯万希尔德身旁，
在我的孩子中，
我最疼爱的便是她；
斯万希尔德
在我厅堂之中，
就像一道
悦目的阳光。

我将黄金与
华美的丝织品赠给她，
随后才把她嫁往
哥特人的国土；
我种种悲苦中
最难承受的，
是斯万希尔德那
浅金色的长发，
被践踏在泥里，
压在马蹄之下。

最痛楚的，
是他们将我的西格尔德，
那被夺去胜利的人，
杀死在床上；
最惨酷的，
是那些闪着寒光的毒蛇
向贡纳尔爬去，
夺走他的性命；
最尖锐的，
是他们剖开胸膛，
从活着的无畏君王身上
挖出心脏。

我记得许多苦难，
—— —— ——
西格尔德，给你那
黑马套上辔头，
让那匹疾驰的骏马
向这里奔来；
这里已没有
儿媳或女儿，
能将珍宝
赠给古德伦。

西格尔德，你可记得
我们说过的话，
那时我们两个
并肩坐在床上，
你，这心志豪迈的男子，
会来探望我，
从冥府归来，
而我将离开人间去寻你。

诸位雅尔，垒起
橡木的火葬柴堆，
让这君王身下的柴堆
堆得最高；
愿火焰焚烧
这满怀苦难的胸膛，
愿积压在心头的
悲愁熔化消散。”

愿所有雅尔的
祖业日益兴旺，
愿所有女子的
悲伤日渐减轻，
因为这悲苦的故事
已经诉说完毕。