(These are little simple rhymes; they are not worth translating into verse, though, in the original, they have a childish grace.)
What was once so dark to me,
I see now clearly.
In that day
When I had given in marriage myself away,
I stood quite immersed in thee,
Thou angel figure above thy grave mound.
Willingly would I have exchanged with thee,
Willingly given up to thee my earthly luck,