The shining radiance; the shadows darkened
55 Under the cover of clouds. Creation all wept,
The king’s fall bewailed. Christ was on the rood.
Finally from afar came faithful comrades
To the Savior’s side, and I saw it all.
Bitter the grief that I bore, but I bowed me low to their hands;
60 My travail was grievous and sore. They took then God Almighty,
From loathsome torment they lifted him. The warriors left me deserted,
To stand stained with blood. I was stricken and wounded with nails.
Limb-weary they laid him there, and at their Lord’s head they stood.