Thusnelda:
Ha, here he comes, covered with sweat, with the blood of Romans,
Covered with the dust of battle! This is the most beautiful
Hermann has ever been! This is the first time
His eyes have been ablaze like that.

Come, oh come, I am swooning with desire, hand me the eagle
And the dripping sword! Come, breathe and rest here
In my embrace to recover
From the terrible battle.

Rest here, so that I can wipe up the sweat from your brow
And wipe the blood off your cheek! How your cheeks are glowing!
Hermann, Hermann, like this,
Thusnelda has never loved you like this before!

Not even when in the shadow of the oak tree you first
Embraced me wildly with your browinsh arms!
Even in flight I remained and saw 
Immortality in you already,

And now it is yours. Proclaim it in all the groves,
That Augustus is now afraid as, with his gods,
He drinks nectar! Proclaim it in all the groves,
That Hermann is immortal!

Hermann:
Why are you curling my hair? Lying here, is not that my dumb
Dead father, in front of us? Oh, if Augustus 
Had led his troops, it is he
Who would be lying there, even more bloody!

Thusnelda:
Hermann, let me lift your drooping hair,
So that the locks can stand up to the wreath!
Siegmar is with the gods!
It is your job to follow and not weep for him!