Averture Ii The Song About The Nibelungs About Zigfrid Poem by Yuri Starostin

II Averture
About Zigfrid
During that time the royal son lived in the Netherlands.
Ziglinda has been born him from Zigmund on the world.
And he grew, a stronghold and a pride of his parents,
On the lower Rhine in the Ksanten, their strong capital.
He bore the name Zigfrid and, is zealous to the glory by the heart,
Has had seen the many foreign lands and the countries,
Everywhere surprising a people by the mettle and by the power.
Ah, how many athletes he has found in the Burgundy!
Still the courageous king's son was the youth the youth without moustache,
And anywhere and everywhere the praise rattled to him.
He was so high by the spirit and so nice by the face,
That the beauty girl is not one to sigh about him.
His parents, have nurtured him excellent
Though generously he has been exacted by the nature without that.
Therefore the right considered the young warrior
As an adornment of the native country have.
When the time has come to live the hero at the court,
There everyone has meet him heartily and warmly.
He became the welcome guest in a circle of the fine ladies,
He is them on the heart and he saw it.
Henceforth he begun with the magnificent retinue to leave.
The father and the mother dressed him rich.
He has at the husbands, that are skilful in the council and in the fight,
Learnt to be the governor and to observe his honor.
Soon he become able to carry an armour,
Then that he was fearless and strong from a birth.
He tend the ardent look on a women more persistent.
His attention flattered them: Zigfrid was lovely for anyone.
Having beheld that the son get the time to carry a knight dignity,
Zigmund ordered to ask the vassals on a feast to him
And let know through the messengers in the adjacent countries,
That gift a dress and a horse for his ones and for the strangers.
To fiest called all young men, whose kind gives
The right on the maturing to become the knight,
And Zigmund gird in the day of that celebration
By the sword and the king's son, and his contemporaries.
A stories about that holiday surprise people until now.
Hospitable Zigmund was generous on the goodness.
The world did not know the mistress more hospitable, than Ziglinda.
So much heroes has gathered to them on the feast no out a reason.
The king give the clothes
To all coevals of the son - to the four hundred fighters:
A lot of the woman worked over it
In the honour of Zigfrid all the days long to the celebration.
They insert the stones in the gold at first,
And after have sewed its on a precious velvet -
After all to wear the such dress and has stuck to the courageous men.
Given that magnificent holiday in the day of a solstice,
Where Zigfrid has accepted the knight advantage and the dignity.
The esquires and the knights go to the cathedral.
Served, as it is conducted since an ancient time,
The husbands and aged men do to the youths on these celebrations.
All expected the festival with the fun in the hearts.
While the mass in a temple went to glory Divine,
The crowd of the ordinary people grew on the area.
The people billow by the wall: no to everyone again
Will be possible to see the rank of the accedence in the knights.
Then each warrior has been endowed by a horse.
The king has arranged the big tournament before the palace.
The walls tremble shivered from the roar of a hoofs -
Always the military fun amuses the brave ones.
The young and old fighters were knocked down.
Broked the copies hardened ends,
Flying away with the whistle from the stadium to the palace.
Assiduously the heroes fought, as befits to the dare men.
But Zigmund lift the arm, and to have abduce the fighters.
Ah, how many the chopped boards tumble there
And how many stones fell from their fasteners!
Its have covered a grass, as a heat, sparkling in it.
Then the lord seat with the visitors for the table.
He has not regretted for them a perfect viands and wines.
Their weariness has passed in an instant of the eye.
The king wonderfully well celebrated the visitors and his people.
The men of the courage walked all the day long until the late night, .
The vagrant singers competed in the art,
And the visitors awarded them from the bounties.
That feast has glorified Zigmund and all his people.
The king has allowed the son, as did in an old time and he is,
To welcome the cities and the lands to the friends in the fee,
And so the hero were endowed the brave contemporaries,
That any visitor was satisfied his visit.
The seven days the holiday has long, a noise and a laughter are not mute,
And Ziglind presented all by the gold,
That her nice son became lovely and pleasant to a people:
That will be not them on the heart who is avaricious on the endow.
The poorest spieleman for these days became rich.
There was invited everyone so is generous and liberal,
As soon to live rest to him only till the morning.
The world did not see the court yard more magnificently and more prodigally.
When the visitors farewell to the hospitable king,
The noblest vassals have got the speech about that,
That would be the time to Zigfrid to sit on a paternal throne.
But even he did not want to hear about this honour.
While his father and mother live on the world,
He is, their son, do not begins to claim on the crown;
But if the enemy dares to threaten the native land,
He will replace the parent willingly in the war.