With sorrows and sins. I saw the tree of glory
15 Blessed and bright in brilliant adornments,
Made joyous with jewels. Gems on all sides
Full rarely enriched the rood of the Savior.
Through the sight of that cross I came to perceive
Its stiff struggle of old, when it started first
20 To bleed on the right side. I was broken and cast down with sorrow;
The fair sight inspired me with fear. Before me the moving beacon
Changed its clothing and color. At times it was covered with blood
Fearful and grimy with gore. At times with gold ’twas adorned.