You speak of raptures I shall never treasure,

I pulse with love that binds me to my lord,

I thirst for glory while you covet pleasure,

I live for glories of my lord.

More than in any work of your pursuing

I am adroit in labours of my lord,

My lord is gracious, valid is my doing,

I only serve my gracious lord.

I know that many died who dared the journey

Into the land of darkness, but my lord

Is wise, with him I go to any tourney,

I trust the wisdom of my lord.

And if he gave me no reward, my guerdon

Is in a glance accorded by my lord,

There may be richer, but my lord is sovereign,

I shall not leave my sovereign lord.