Soon both men and women riding there were seen

Soon both men and women riding there were seen; Then the brave young Hagen went forth to meet his kin. Who ’twas that came to greet him he now to know was seeking; The throng grew ever thicker of friends who came in haste, their kindness speaking.

The king a friendly welcome into his land soon gave; He said: “To send men hither did you the boldness have, To say that our queen beloved is in truth your mother? If the words are true you’ve spoken, so glad as now I am there’s not another.”

His queen, the lovely U-te, with lofty breeding, said: “Bid that for these new-comers lodgings now be made; I shall know right easily if he for the crown is fitted.” She found, in truth, the token, and, full of bliss, her youthful son she greeted.

With eyes all wet with weeping, she kissed him on the mouth: “Though I before was ailing, I now am well in sooth. Welcome be thou, my Hagen, my only child, loved dearly! All in the land of Sigeband right glad shall be for him they lost so early.”

The king to the youth came nearer; his happiness was great. For the hearty love he bore him his manly cheek was wet; With tears that hot had risen his eyes were overflowing. For the child, from him erst stolen, rightly the father felt the love he was showing.

The queenly U-te welcomed the homeless maids that day; Many clothes she gave them, both bright in hue and gray, Of silk, with downy linings, that much the maidens wanted. Their sorrows now were lightened by all the gifts the wife of Sigeband granted.

Well they clothed the maidens, as their loveliness became; This they long had needed, and oft had blushed with shame; But, decked with gaudy trimmings, now they came less shyly. The king and all his followers soon to the maidens gave a welcome freely.

Hagen asked that friendship to the men of Garadie Should by the king and his lieges be granted speedily; Beseeching his forgiveness for all their foul misdoing. Soon, at the wish of Hagen, kindness to the pilgrims he was showing.

When the king had kissed them and soothed his angry mood, He to the shipwrecked pilgrims made their losses good. To them it was a blessing, and praise to Hagen carried; The lands of the men of Ireland never since have they as foemen harried.