‘Oh young man of the flowing hair, on which side are you?
Are you without a companion, and are you lying alone?’
‘Oh, I am without a companion and I am lying alone,
Who is that girl who’s asking, is it anyone alive from the country?’

‘It seems you do not recognize myself, the dearest of your heart?
While I am your quite flowing girl, who used to be by your side during the night.’
‘I do not recognize you while there is no piece of your beauty left,
That’s how the clay spoiled me, ray of sunlight and of wind.’

When my people suppose I am on my bed,
On your tomb I am from evening till morning,
Imagining I am down there with you and eternally weeping, my sorrow,
After my quite prudent girl who used to pledge herself to me as a child.

My family has been dealing with me, brothers and priests,
About me being in love with you, Mary, now when you are dead,
You were a shadow from the bad weather and a shelter from rain,
My sun of the winter day, and now you are down below the ground.