《古德倫的煽動》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.

我曾聽聞一場爭辯，
慘烈至極，
沉痛的話語，
出自深重的悲哀；
那時，心腸剛硬的
古德倫以殘酷言詞，
催促她的兒子們
前去殺敵：

「你們為何閒坐，
為何一生昏睡，
為何還能歡言笑語，
絲毫不覺悲痛？
耶爾蒙雷克
將你們年輕的姊妹，
尚在青春年華的她，
置於馬蹄下踐踏；
白馬與黑馬，
在出征的路上，
還有灰馬，步履馴熟的
哥德駿馬！

你們全不像
貢納爾那般，
也不曾懷著
霍格尼那樣的心志；
你們本會設法
為她報仇，
若你們有
我兄弟們的膽氣，
或有匈人諸王
剛硬的心腸。」

這時哈姆迪爾，
那心志豪邁的人說道：
「你當時可不曾
讚許霍格尼的作為，
當他們將西格爾德
從睡夢中喚醒；
你那青白色的
床上被褥，
染紅了丈夫的鮮血，
浸透了死者的血泊。

你為兩位
兄弟所報的仇，
何其殘酷痛楚，
竟殺了自己的兒子；
我們本能全都
同心協力，
向耶爾蒙雷克
為姊妹報仇。

把匈人諸王的
珍寶拿出來；
你已激起我們兄弟
奔赴刀劍的集會。」

古德倫笑著
轉身走進內室，
從箱中選出
諸王的頭盔，
還有長長的鎖子甲，
拿給兒子們；
英勇的兄弟
翻身跨上馬背。

這時哈姆迪爾，
那心志豪邁的人說道：
「倒在哥德國土上的
持矛尼約德，
再回來探望母親，
只會是這般模樣：
你將為我們所有人
飲下祭奠的酒，
為斯萬希爾德，
也為你的兒子們。」

古德倫哭泣著，
吉烏基的女兒，
悲傷地走去，
坐在門前；
淚水滿頰，
開始訴說，
將深重的悲痛
一一傾吐：

「我曾見過三處爐火，
我曾識得三座爐床，
曾有三位丈夫
迎我入家；
唯有西格爾德，
勝過所有人，
卻是我的兄弟們
奪走他的性命。

如此深重的創傷，
我未曾見過，也未曾知曉，
-- -- --
他們似乎還想
使我更加痛苦，
那些王族男子
將我嫁給阿特利。

我喚來勇悍的匈人孩子，
與我密談；
我無法為災禍
作出更好的報復，
直到我斬下
尼伯龍根子弟的頭顱。

我走到海濱，
心中怨恨諾恩，
一心想要掙脫
她們殘酷的庇護；
高高的波濤托起我，
不讓我沉沒，
於是我踏上陸地，
命定仍須活下去。

我走上婚床，
以為境遇會好轉，
第三度嫁給
統御萬民的君王；
我生下孩子，
承繼家業的人，
承繼家業的人，
約納克爾的兒子們。

而在斯萬希爾德身旁，
侍女們圍坐，
在我的孩子之中，
我最疼愛的就是她；
斯萬希爾德
在我的廳堂裡，
猶如一道
明媚的陽光。

我給她黃金，
給她華美的絲綢，
然後才將她嫁往
哥德的國土；
我所有悲痛之中，
最難承受的，
是斯萬希爾德那
淺色的秀髮，
在馬蹄之下
被踏進泥濘。

而最痛徹心扉的，
是他們將我的西格爾德，
那被奪去勝利的人，
殺死在床上；
而最殘酷的，
是那些鱗光閃爍的毒蛇
爬向貢納爾，
奪走他的性命；
而最刺心的，
是他們剖向心臟，
將那無畏的君王
活生生地開膛。

我記得無數災禍，
-- -- --
西格爾德，給你那
黝黑的駿馬套上韁繩，
讓那匹疾馳的馬
奔到這裡來；
這裡已沒有
媳婦或女兒，
能將珍寶
贈給古德倫。

西格爾德，你可記得
我們曾說過的話，
那時我們兩人
並坐床上：
你這英勇的男子，
會來探望我，
從赫爾的冥府歸來，
而我也會離開人世去尋你。

雅爾們，堆起
橡木的柴堆，
讓君王身下的柴堆
高聳無比；
願烈火焚燒
這滿懷苦難的胸膛，
讓緊壓心頭的
悲傷消融。」

願所有雅爾
祖業昌盛，
願所有女子
悲傷減輕，
因為這番悲苦的訴說
已經道盡。