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Hildebrandslied

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English version by D.L. Ashliman [1997]
HILDEBRANDSLIEDHILDEBRAND'S SONG
Ik gihorta dat seggen,
dat sih urhettun ænon muotin,
Hiltibrant enti Hadubrant untar heriun tuem.
sunufatarungo iro saro rihtun.
garutun se iro gudhamun, gurtun sih iro suert ana,
helidos, ubar hringa, do sie to dero hiltiu ritun,
Hiltibrant gimahalta [Heribrantes sunu]: her uuas heroro man,
ferahes frotoro; her fragen gistuont
fohem uuortum, hwer sin fater wari
fireo in folche, ...............
............... "eddo hwelihhes cnuosles du sis.
ibu du mi enan sages, ik mi de odre uuet,
chind, in chunincriche: chud ist mir al irmindeot".
Hadubrant gimahalta, Hiltibrantes sunu:
"dat sagetun mi usere liuti,
alte anti frote, dea erhina warun,
dat Hiltibrant hætti min fater: ih heittu Hadubrant.
forn her ostar giweit, floh her Otachres nid,
hina miti Theotrihhe enti sinero degano filu.
her furlaet in lante luttila sitten
prut in bure, barn unwahsan,
arbeo laosa: her raet ostar hina.
des sid Detrihhe darba gistuontun
fateres mines: dat uuas so friuntlaos man.
her was Otachre ummet tirri,
degano dechisto miti Deotrichhe.
her was eo folches at ente: imo was eo fehta ti leop:
chud was her..... chonnem mannum.
ni waniu ih iu lib habbe".....
"wettu irmingot [quad Hiltibrant] obana ab hevane,
dat du neo dana halt mit sus sippan man
dinc ni gileitos".....
want her do ar arme wuntane bauga,
cheisuringu gitan, so imo se der chuning gap,
Huneo truhtin: "dat ih dir it nu bi huldi gibu".
Hadubrant gimahalta, Hiltibrantes sunu:
"mit geru scal man geba infahan,
ort widar orte. ...............
du bist dir alter Hun, ummet spaher,
spenis mih mit dinem wortun, wili mih dinu speru werpan.
pist also gialtet man, so du ewin inwit fortos.
dat sagetun mi seolidante
westar ubar wentilseo, dat inan wic furnam:
tot ist Hiltibrant, Heribrantes suno".
Hiltibrant gimahalta, Heribrantes suno:
"wela gisihu ih in dinem hrustim,
dat du habes heme herron goten,
dat du noh bi desemo riche reccheo ni wurti".
"welaga nu, waltant got [quad Hiltibrant], wewurt skihit.
ih wallota sumaro enti wintro sehstic ur lante,
dar man mih eo scerita in folc sceotantero:
so man mir at burc enigeru banun ni gifasta,
nu scal mih suasat chind suertu hauwan,
breton mit sinu billiu, eddo ih imo ti banin werdan.
doh maht du nu aodlihho, ibu dir din ellen taoc,
in sus heremo man hrusti giwinnan,
rauba birahanen, ibu du dar enic reht habes".
"der si doh nu argosto [quad Hiltibrant] ostarliuto,
der dir nu wiges warne, nu dih es so wel lustit,
gudea gimeinun: niuse de motti,
hwerdar sih hiutu dero hregilo rumen muotti,
erdo desero brunnono bedero uualtan".
do lettun se ærist asckim scritan,
scarpen scurim: dat in dem sciltim stont.
do stoptun to samane staim bort chludun,
heuwun harmlicco huitte scilti,
unti imo iro lintun luttilo wurtun,
giwigan miti wabnum ...............
I have heard tell,
that two chosen warriors, Hildebrand and Hadubrand,
met one another, between two armies.
Father and son, the champions examined their gear,
prepared their armor, and buckled their swords
over their chain mail, before riding out to battle.
Hildebrand, the older and more experienced man, spoke first,
asking, with few words who his father was
and from which family he came.
"Tell me the one, young man, and I'll know the other,
for I know all great people in this kingdom."
Hadubrand, the son of Hildebrand, replied:
"Old and wise people who lived long ago
told me that my father's name was Hildebrand.
My name is Hadubrand.
Long ago he road off into the East with Dietrich,
and his many warriors, fleeing Otacher's wrath.
He rode off into the East, leaving his wife at home
with a small child, deprived of his inheritance.
Dietrich, a man with but few friends,
came to rely upon my father.
His feud with Otacher grew more intense,
and my father became his best-loved warrior.
He was at the front of every battle, wanting to be in every duel.
.....
Brave men knew him well.
....."
"With Almighty God in Heaven for a witness,
may you never go to battle against your next of kin."
And he took from his arm a band of rings,
braided from the emperor's gold,
which the King of the Huns had given to him.
"I give you this in friendship."
Hadubrand, the son of Hildebrand, replied:
"A gift should be received with a spear,
point against point.
You are a cunning old Hun,
leading me into a trap with your words,
only to throw your spear at me.
You have grown old by practicing such treachery.
Sailors traveling westward across the Mediterranean Sea
told me that he fell in battle.
Hildebrand, the son of Heribrand, is dead."
Hildebrand, the son of Heribrand, replied:
"I see from your battle gear
that you have a good master at home,
and that you have never been banished by your prince.
.....
Alas, Lord God, fate has struck.
Sixty times I have seen summer turn to winter
and winter to summer in a foreign land.
I was always placed on the front lines;
I was never killed while storming a fortress,
and now my own child should strike me with his sword
and hit me with his ax, if I don't kill him first.
But if you have the courage, you can easily
win the armor from an old man like me,
and take away the spoils, if you have any right to them.
.....
Not even the worst of the men from the East
would turn down the the chance to fight with you,
with your desire to duel. Cost what it may,
let us see who will boast of this gear
and who will lay claim to these two suits of chain mail."
Then they let sail their ashen spears,
Sharp showers, sticking in their shields.
They came closer on foot, splitting each other's bright boards,
striking fiercely until their weapons shattered their shields.
.....


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