The King to the Feudal Princes

Strong grows the southernwood, and fast,
Bespangled with the dew.
My noble guests I see at last;
Light beats my heart anew.
Now to the feast and to the merry jest!
And so shall glad content fill every breast.

How grows the southernwood apace
Moist with its dewy load!
My noble guests are come, to grace
And brighten my abode.
Upright and good, with ne'er a taint of blame,
Long life be yours, and unforgotten fame!

Strong grows the southernwood, and fast,
With heavy dewdrops wet.
My noble guests I see at last;
Eat, drink your fill, be all well met!
And let all brothers live as brothers should!
Long life and joy await the nobly good!