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'In blysse I se the blythely blent,
And I a man al mornyf mate;
Ye take theron ful lyttel tente,
Thagh I hente ofte harmes hate.
Bot now I am here in your presente,
I wolde bysech, wythouten debate,
Ye wolde me say in sobre asente
What lyf ye lede erly and late.
For I am ful fayn that your astate
Is worthen to worschyp and wele iwysse;
Of alle my joy the hyghe gate
Hit is, and grounde of al my blysse.'

'Now blysse, burne, mot the bytyde;
Then sayde that lufsoum of lyth and lere,
'And welcum here to walk and byde,
For now thy speche is to me dere.
Maysterful mod and hyghe pryde,
I hete the, arn heterly hated here.
My Lorde ne loves not for to chyde,
For meke arn alle that wones hym nere;
And when in hys place thou schal apere,
Be dep devote in hol mekenesse.
My Lorde the Lamb loves ay such chere,
That is the grounde of alle my blysse.'

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In bliss your heavenly lot I see
Yet I a man disconsolate;
You pay but little heed to me
Although my suffering is great.
Since with you here I now can be,
I beg you then without debate,
To tell me now, agreeably,
What life you have led here of late,
For I am happy that your state
Has come to honour such as this,
Of all my joy the highway gate
It is, and root of all my bliss.

May bliss, good sir, now you betide,'
Then said that maid without a peer;
'Welcome are you to walk and bide
For now your words to me are dear.
Arrogant mood and lofty pride
I hate, as they are hated here;
My Lord is not disposed to chide,
Since but the meek to Him draw near;
When in his house you shall appear
All mortal pride you must dismiss:
My Lord the Lamb loves humbler cheer;
That is the ground of all my bliss.'



In joy I see you happily placed, and I a man of mournful shame; you pay little heed to it, although 1 often suffer burning grief. But, now that I am here in your presence, I beseech you, without contention, to tell me now in quiet accord what life you live here early and late. For I am well content that your condition has come to one of honour and prosperity indeed. Of all my joys the highway it is, and the foundation of all my happiness.

'Now may happiness, sir, be your lot,' then said that maiden lovely of limb and face. 'And welcome you are here to walk and remain, for now your words to me are pleasing. Arrogant mood and lofty pride, I assure you, are bitterly hated here. My Lord does not love to chide, for humble are all who draw near to Him. And when in His domain you shall appear be deeply devout in all humility. My Lord the Lamb always likes such conduct. That is the foundation of all my happiness.'

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