How happy I am! It is you
Who took my royal throne, and it is through your doing
That I have walked the roads with weary feet, in shame and poverty, despised, insulted, denied, and that I have come to this place and that I die!
And I could wish that it had been you
Who nailed me to that tree,
And I would have closed my eyes to feel the better,
And loving you I would have died in silence.
My very dear! O my most precious one!
You see, this injury that you did me was not in vain.
I die indeed like you! This last, this lingering suffering has frozen me to death.