He knows who tries it how cruel is sorrow,
a bitter companion, to the one who has few
concealers of secrets, beloved friends.
Joy has all perished!
So he knows, who must of his lord-friend,
of loved one, lore-sayings long time forego.
Then are the heart's wounds ever more heavy,
sore after sweet – sorrow is renewed –
when memory of kin turns through the mind.