I have whetted my sword right sharply,
  I carry a shiny shield,
  I have grasped the spear right tightly,
  And my heart is wild.
 
I gaze well through the screen of my helmet
  Upstream, downstream of the Weser river.
  Where have you gone, you Franconian knight
  Who can pay court to ladies?
 
You ride past the halls of Liuba,
  And send such delicate greetings up;
  That has fallen quite searingly into my heart,
  And, lad, that game shall stop.
 
For if you wish to leave the county in flight
  Then your disgrace shall become known;
  And if my spear shall ever strike you,
  Then you shall lie dead in the valley.["]
 
"The while you sat by the flames of the hearth
  At Aix-la-Chapelle in the golden house,
  Liuba and I would bill and coo together.
  And would twit you merrily.
 
And where you would lie buried in the grove,
  There Liuba and I would dance,
  And if flowers grew about your gravestone,
  I would twine a wreath for her.”