《古德倫之歌 3》原典

"Hvat er þér, Atli,
æ, Buðla sonr?
Er þér hryggt í hug?
Hví hlær þú æva?
Hitt mundi æðra
jörlum þykkja,
at við menn mæltir
ok mik sæir."
Atli kvað:

"Tregr mik þat, Guðrún
Gjúka dóttir,
mér í höllu
Herkja sagði,
at þit Þjóðrekr
und þaki svæfið
ok léttliga
líni verðið."
Guðrún kvað:

"Þér mun ek alls þess
eiða vinna
at inum hvíta
helga steini,
at ek við Þjóðrek
þatki áttak,
er vörðr né verr
vinna knátti.

Nema ek halsaða
herja stilli,
jöfur óneisinn,
einu sinni;
aðrar váru
okkrar spekjur,
er vit hörmug tvau
hnigum at rúnum.

Hér kom Þjóðrekr
með þría tegu,
lifa þeir né einir
þriggja tega manna;
hnöggt þú mik at bræðrum
ok at brynjuðum,
hnöggt þú mik at öllum
höfuðniðjum.

Sentu at Saxa,
Sunnmanna gram,
hann kann helga
hver vellanda."

Sjau hundruð manna
í sal gengu,
áðr kvæn konungs
í ketil tæki.
Guðrún kvað:

"Kemr-a nú Gunnarr,
kallig-a ek Högna,
sékk-a ek síðan
svása bræðr;
sverði mundi Högni
slíks harms reka,
nú verð ek sjalf fyrir mik
synja lýta."

Brá hon til botns
björtum lófa
ok hon upp of tók
jarknasteina:
"Sé nú, seggir,
sykn em ek orðin
heilagliga,
hvé sá hverr velli."

Hló þá Atla
hugr í brjósti,
er hann heilar sá
hendr Guðrúnar:
"Nú skal Herkja
til hvers ganga,
sú er Guðrúnu
grandi vændi."

Sá-at maðr armligt,
hverr er þat sá-at,
hvé þar á Herkju
hendr sviðnuðu;
leiddu þá mey
í mýri fúla.
Svá þá Guðrún
sinna harma.

"What thy sorrow, Atli, Buthli's son?
Is thy heart heavy-laden? Why laughest thou never?
It would better befit the warrior far
To speak with men, and me to look on."

Atli spake: 2.
"It troubles me, Guthrun, Gjuki's daughter,
What Herkja here in the hall hath told me,
That thou in the bed with Thjothrek liest,
Beneath the linen in lovers' guise."

Guthrun spake: 3.
"This shall I with oaths now swear,
Swear by the sacred stone so white,
That nought was there with Thjothmar's son
That man or woman may not know.

"Nor ever once did my arms embrace
The hero brave, the leader of hosts;
In another manner our meeting was,
When our sorrows we in secret told.

"With thirty warriors Thjothrek came,
Nor of all his men doth one remain;
Thou hast murdered my brothers and mail-clad men,
Thou hast murdered all the men of my race.

"Gunnar comes not, Hogni I greet not,
No longer I see my brothers loved;
My sorrow would Hogni avenge with the sword,
Now myself for my woes I shall payment win.

"Summon Saxi, the southrons' king,
For he the boiling kettle can hallow." Seven hundred there were in the hall,
Ere the queen her hand in the kettle thrust.

To the bottom she reached with hand so bright,
And forth she brought the flashing stones:
"Behold, ye warriors, well am I cleared
Of sin by the kettle's sacred boiling."

Then Atli's heart in happiness laughed,
When Guthrun's hand unhurt he saw;
"Now Herkja shall come the kettle to try,
She who grief for Guthrun planned."

Ne'er saw man sight more sad than this,
How burned were the hands of Herkja then;
In a bog so foul the maid they flung,
And so was Guthrun's grief requited.

「阿特利，你怎麼了？
唉，布德利之子！
你心中悲傷嗎？
為何從不歡笑？
在諸侯看來，
更得體的應是
你與眾人交談，
也看看我。」
阿特利說：

「古德倫，這事使我苦惱，
吉烏基之女，
在我的廳堂裡，
赫爾嘉告訴我，
你與迪特里希
同在一個屋簷下共眠，
輕佻地
裹著亞麻被單。」
古德倫說：

「對這一切，我願向你
立下誓言，
憑那潔白的
神聖石頭起誓：
我與迪特里希
未曾行過
女人與男人
所能行的那種事。

我不過曾摟住
那統率大軍的君王，
那無可羞辱的王者，
僅此一次；
我們的私語
談的是別的事，
當我倆滿懷悲傷，
俯身低聲傾訴。

迪特里希來到這裡，
帶著三十名勇士，
他們無一生還，
那三十名勇士；
你奪走我的兄弟，
奪走我的披甲勇士，
你奪走我所有
至親的族人。

派人去請薩克西，
南方人的君王，
他懂得如何祝聖
那口沸騰的大鍋。」

七百名男子
走進廳堂，
然後國王的妻子
才把手伸進鍋裡。
古德倫說：

「貢納爾如今不會來，
我也喚不來霍格尼，
從此再見不到
我親愛的兄弟；
霍格尼本會用劍
報此悲辱之仇，
如今我必須親自
洗清自己的汙名。」

她將潔白的手掌
直伸鍋底，
從水中撈起
珍貴的寶石：
「勇士們，看吧，
我已獲神聖的裁決，
證明清白，
看這鍋水如何沸騰！」

阿特利胸中的心
頓時歡笑起來，
因為他看見古德倫
雙手完好無傷：
「如今該讓赫爾嘉
走到鍋前，
就是她指控古德倫
犯下惡行。」

誰若沒見過這一幕，
便不曾見過慘狀：
赫爾嘉的雙手
在鍋裡燙得焦爛；
他們隨後將那女子
帶進惡臭的泥沼。
古德倫就這樣
報了她所受的悲苦。