A raven to his brother flies,
The raven to his brother cries,
“Brother dear, where shall we dine?
To get something would be fine.”
The raven answers, “Brother, yes,
Dinner is served for us, I guess.
In the middle of a field
A young hunter is laying killed.
Why and how he lost his life
Know only his young wife,
His good falcon, his good horse,
And his brother, who is worse.
To a grove the falcon ’s flown,
The horse got another owner,
While his widow and his brother
Very soon will get each other.”