I have haggled with Heaven Himself:
He would provide victory in battle;
I would pay with that being born first in my house,
The one with shimmering eyes and shining hair,
The quiet goat, grown up in my home,
Again and again, ever the first to greet me.
I have won the wearisome battle,
For this glory I gladly pay.
But oh, my only daughter, if I had only known
You were fated first to come,
Meeting me, my girl, with laughter;
Calling out, coming as I came,
Some other promise prudence would have had me pray.
Father, forget not your promise but fulfill.
Only allow me time up in the hills
To lament (my God!) that I will never marry.