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Poetic Edda

20. "Remember, Sigurth,  what once we said,When together both  on the bed we sat,That mightily thou  to me wouldst comeFrom hell and I  from earth to thee.
21.[1] "Pile ye up, jarls,  the pyre of oak,Make it the highest  a hero e'er had;Let the fire burn  my grief-filled breast,My sore-pressed heart,  till my sorrows melt."
22.[2] May nobles all  less sorrow know,And less the woes  of women become,Since the tale of this  lament is told.
  1. ↑ Perhaps something has been lost between stanzas 20 and 21, or possibly stanza 21, while belonging originally to the same poem as stanzas 19 and 20, did not directly follow them. Sore-pressed: a guess; a word seems to have been omitted in the original.
  2. ↑ Words of the poet's, like stanza 1, and perhaps constituting a later addition. Many editors assume the loss of a line after line 3. The meaning, of course, is that the poet hopes the story of Guthrun's woes will make all other troubles seem light by comparison.

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