Perle, plesaunte to prynces paye
pleasing pleasure
To clanly clos
in golde so clere,To set elegantly
Oute of Oryent,
I hardyly saye,firmly
Ne proved I never
her precios pere.I never
discovered equal
line5So rounde, so reken
in uche araye,
lovely each setting
So smal, so smothe her sydes
were,
Queresoever I jugged
gemmes gayeWherever
I sette hyr sengeley in synglure.
apart
as unique
Allas, I leste hyr
in on erbere;
lost a garden
line10Thurgh gresse to grounde hit
fro me yot.
grass it tumbled from me
I dewyne, fordolked
of luf-daungere
I
languish, wounded by unrequited love
Of that pryvy
perle withouten spot.
special
Sythen in that spote
hit fro me sprange,Since it sprang from me
Ofte haf I wayted, wyschande that wele
line15That wont was whyle devoyde my
wrange
And heven my happe
and al my hele.increase my luck well-being
That
dos bot thrych
my herte
thrange,
My breste in bale bot bolne and bele.
Yet thoght me never
so swete a sange
I thought
line20As stylle stounde let to me
stele;As a still time let steal over me
Forsothe, ther
fleten to me feleIndeed flew many [songs]
To thenke hir color so clad in clot.dirt
O moul, thou marres
a myry juele,
earth mar a
pretty
My privy perle wythouten spotte.
line25That spot of spyses mot nedes spredespice plants must be
overgrown
Ther such ryches to
rot is runne:
Where are run
Blomes blayke and
blwe and redewhite
Ther schyne
ful schyr agayn the sunne.must
shine brightly against
Flor and fryte may not be fede
withered
line30Ther hit doun drof in moldes
dunne;Where it sank in clods of brown earth
For uch gresse mot
grow of graynes dede,each plant must from dead seed
No whete were elles to wones wonne.
Of goud uche goude
is ay bygonne —each good thing always begun
So semly a sede
moght fayly notlovely could not fail
line35That spryngande
spyces up ne sponnespringing would not shoot up
Of that precios perle wythouten spotte.
To that spot that I in speche expoundescribe
I entred in that erber grene
In in a hygh seysoun
festival
line40Quen corne is corven wyth crokes kene.cut sickles
sharp
On huyle ther perle
hit trendeled dounmound where
Schadowed this wortes ful schyre and schene:plants bright shining
Gilofre, gyngure,
and gromylyoun,Gillyflower, ginger gromwell
And pyonys
powdered
ay bytwene.
peonies everywhere
line45Yif hit
was semly on to senelovely to
look on
A fayr reflayr
yet fro hit flot.lovely
fragrance also floated
Ther wonys that
worthyly, I wot and wene,
lives noble one believe and
know
My precious perle wythouten spot.
Bifore that spot my honde I spenned
clasped
line50For care ful colde that to me
caght.seized on me
A deuely dele in my
hert denneddesolating grief lay deep
Thagh resoun sette myselven saght.Though reason would have
reconciled me
I playned my perle
that ther was penned
mourned trapped
Wyth fyrce
skylles
that faste faght.With vehement arguments that contended fiercely
line55Thagh kynde of Kryst me comfort
kenned,nature taught
My wreched wylle in
wo ay wraghte.will struggled
I felle upon that floury flaght —turf
Suche odour to my hernes schot,brains
I slode upon a
slepyng-slaghte
slid sudden sleep
line60On that precios
perle wythouten spot.
Fro spot my spyryt ther sprang in space —
My body on balke
ther bod in sweven.
mound remained dream
My goste is gon in
Godes gracespirit
In aventure ther
mervayles meven.quest marvels happen
line65I ne wyste in this worlde quere that hit wacedid not know
where was
Bot I knew me keste ther klyfes cleven.But I knew
myself cast where cliffs cleave
Towarde a foreste I bere the facemade my way
Where ryche
rokkes
wer to dyscreven.to be seen
The lyght of hem myght no mon leven,believe
line70The glemande glory that of hem glent,gleaming glinted
For wern never webbes
that wyyes wevenFor never were fabrics that people weave
Of half so dere adubbemente.
adornment
Dubbed wern alle tho
downes sydesAdorned were hillsides
Wyth crystal klyffes so cler of kynde;bright by
nature
line75Holtewodes bryght aboute hem bydesWoods them lie
Of bolles as blwe
as ble of
Ynde.tree
trunks indigo
As bornyst sylver the lef on slydes
That thike con trylle on uch a tynde;
Quen glem of glodes
agayns hem glydesbright patches [of
sky]
line80Wyth schymeryng schene ful
schrylle thay schynde.brightly they shone
The gravayl that
on
grounde con grynde
Wern precious perles of Oryente.
The sunnebemes bot blo and blyndepale and blind (fig. dark and
dim)
In respecte of that
adubbement.comparison
line85The adubbemente of tho downes
derehills splendid
Garten my
goste al greffe forgete.Caused spirit
So frech flavores
of frytes werescents fruits
As fode hit con me fayre refete.did completely refresh
me
Fowles ther
flowen
in fryth in fereBirds flew wood together
line90Of flaumbande hwes bothe smale and grete;glowing colors
Bot sytole-stryng
and gyternere
citole-string gittern player
Her reken myrthe
moght not retrete,Their lovely imitate
For quen those bryddes her wynges bete
Thay songen wyth a swete asent.harmony
line95So gracios
gle
couthe no mon getemusic could
As here and se her adubbement.
So al was dubbet on
dere asyseadorned manner
That fryth ther
fortwne forth me feres.wood takes
The derthe therof
for to devysesplendor describe
line100Nis no wyy worthé that tonge beres.There is no person
I welke ay forth in
wely wyse,walk blissful state
No bonk so byg that
did me deres:hill hindrance
The fyrre in the
fryth, the feier
con rysefurther fairer
The playn, the plonttes, the spyse, the peres;
line105And rawes and randes and rych
reveres
As fyldor fyn her bukes
brent.gold thread their streamlets glistened
I wan to a water by
schore that scheres —came flows
Lorde, dere was hit adubbement.lovely was its
adornment
The dubbemente of tho derworth depesplendid depths
line110Wern bonkes bene of beryl bryght.banks pleasing
Swangeande swete
the water con swepeSwirling
Wyth a rownande rourde raykande aryght.
In the founce ther
stonden
stones stepe
bottom stood staring
As glente thurgh glas that glowed and glyght,flashes through glass
glinted
line115As
stremande sternes quen strothe-men
slepe
Staren in welkyn in wynter nyght.
For uche a pobbel
in pole ther pyght
pebble pool fixed
Was emerad, saffer,
other gemme gente —sapphire noble
That alle
the loghe
lemed of lyghtpool gleamed
line120So dere was hit adubbement.
The dubbement dere of doun and dales,hill
Of wod and water and wlonke playnes,lovely meadows
Bylde in me blys,
abated my bales,Built up sorrows
Fordidden my
stresse, dystryed my paynes.Abolished distress
line125Doun after a strem that dryyly
halescontinually flows
I bowed in blys,
bredful my braynes.went brimful
The fyrre I folwed
those floty valesfurther watery
The more strenghthe of joye myn herte straynes.stirs
As fortune fares theras ho fraynes,
she
wishes
line130Whether solace ho sende other elles sore,she sorrow
The wyy to wham her
wylle
ho waynes
person she sends
Hyttes
to have ay more and more.Seeks
More of wele was in
that wysehappiness state
Then I cowthe telle
thagh I tom hade,could leisure had
line135For urthely herte myght not
suffysebe adequate
To the tenthe dole
of tho gladnes glade.part delights
Forthy I thoght
that ParadyseTherefore
Was ther over
gayn tho bonkes brade.over
against broad
I hoped the water were a devyse
line140Bytwene myrthes by meres
made.
Byyonde the broke, by slente other slade,slope valley
I hoped
that mote merked wore;believed walled city was situated
Bot the water was depe, I dorst not wade,
And ever me longed ay
more and more.ever I longed always
line145More and more and yet wel
marestill more
Me lyste to se the
broke byyonde,I desired beyond the brook
For if hit was fayr ther I con farewhere I was going
Wel loveloker was
the fyrre londe.Even lovelier more distant
Abowte me con I stote and stare;did I stop
line150To fynde a forthe faste con I fonde.ford
eagerly I tried
Bot wothes mo
iwysse ther waredangers more indeed
The fyrre I
stalked by the stronde,further stepped shore
And ever me thoght I shulde not wonde
For wo ther weles so
wynne wore.
line155Thenne nwe note me com on
hondematter came to my notice
That meved my mynde
ay more and more.moved
More mervayle con my dom adaunt;stunned my reason
I sey byyonde that
myry meresaw pleasant water
A crystal clyffe ful relusaunt;shining
line160Mony ryal ray con fro hit rere.splendid rose up from it
At the fote therof ther sete a faunt,
child
A mayden of menske
ful debonere.courtesy gracious
Blysnande whyt was
hyr bleaunt.Gleaming silk clothing
I knew hyr wel, I hade sen hyr ere.before
line165As glysnande golde that man con
schere,
can
cut
So schon that schene anunder schore.
fair
[maiden] at the foot of the cliff
On lenghe I loked
to hyr there —For a long time at her
The lenger, I knew hyr more and more.
The more I frayste
hyr fayre face,examined
line170Her fygure fyn quen I had fonte,after
noticed
Suche gladande
glory con to me glacegladdening glided
As lyttel byfore therto was wonte.
As a
little before used to [come to me]
To calle hyr lyste con me enchacedesire drove me
Bot baysment gef
myn hert a brunt.shock gave blow
line175I sey hyr in so strange a place,saw
Such a burre myght
make myn herte blunt.blow stun my heart
Thenne veres ho up
her fayre frount,raises she forehead
Hyr vysayge whyt as
playn yvore,face polished ivory
That stonge myn hert ful stray astount
—dazed in bewilderment
line180And ever the lenger the more and
more.
More then me lyste my drede aros;More than I wished my fear
arose
I stod ful stylle and dorste not calle.dared
Wyth yyen open and
mouth ful closeyes
I stod as hende as
hawk in halle.
courtly
line185I hoped
that gostly was that porpose;thought spiritual quarry
I dred onende quat
schulde byfalleconcerning what
Lest ho me eschaped
that I ther chos,escaped looked at
Er I at steven hir
moght stalle.for a meeting stop [for a moment]
That gracios gay
wythouten galle,lovely [creature] flaw
line190So smothe, so smal, so seme slyght,seemly
Ryses up in hir araye ryalle,
A precios
pyece in perles pyght.being
decorated
Perles pyghte of ryal prys
Ther moght mon by grace haf seneThere might one by good fortune
have seen
line195Quen that frech as flor-de-lysfair lily
(i.e., lovely one)
Doun the bonke con bowe bydene.bank came directly
Al blysnande whyt was hir beau biys,
beautiful garment
Upon at sydes and
bounden beneOpen beautifully
Wyth the myryeste margarys, at my devyse,
loveliest pearls, in my opinion
line200That ever I sey yet with myn
yyen;
Wyth lappes large,
I wot and wene,
hanging sleeves believe and know
Dubbed with double
perle and dyghte,Adorned trimmed
Her cortel of
self sute schenekirtle matching
Wyth precios perles
al umbepyghte.Adorned trimmed
line205A pyght coroune yet wer that gyrlewore
Of marjorys and non
other ston,pearls
Highe pynakled of
cler quyt perle[With] high pinnacles
Wyth flurted flowres perfet upon.With perfect flowers figured
upon it
To hed hade ho non
other werle,On her head covering
line210Her here-leke
al hyr umbegon.hair-enclosure all around
Her semblaunt sade
for doc other erle,dignified duke or earl
Her ble more
blaght then whalles bon;complexion white
As schorne golde schyr her fax thenne schonhair
On schylderes that leghe unlapped lyghte.lay
unbound loosely
line215Her depe colour
yet wonted nonwide collar nothing
Of precios perle in porfyl pyghte.embroidered border
Pyght was poyned and uche a hemmewristband
At honde, at
sydes, at overture,wrist sides [neck] opening
Wyth whyte perle and non other gemme,
line220And bornyste quyte was hyr vesture.burnished white
Bot a wonder perle wythouten wemmeblemish
Inmyddes hyr breste
was sette so sure,In the middle of
A mannes dom moght
druyyly demmeman’s judgment be utterly baffled
Er mynde moght malte in hit mesure.Before his mind might take its
measure
line225I hope no tonge moght endure,
No saverly saghe say of that syght,
So was hit clene and cler and pure,
That precios perle ther hit was pyght.
Pyght in perle, that precios pyse
precious being
line230On wyther half water com doun the schore.across the stream
No gladder gome hethen into Greceman from
here to Greece
Then I quen ho on brymme wore.when she was on the
bank
Ho was me nerre
then aunte or nece;
nearer to me
My joy forthy was
much the more.therefore
line235Ho profered me speche, that special spyce,
addressed me creature
Enclynande lowe in
wommon lore,
Bowing in woman’s counsel
Caghte of her
coroun of grete tresoreTook off
And haylsed me wyth
a lote lyghte.greeted glad word
Wel was me that ever I was boreborn
line240To sware that swete in perles pyghte.answer sweet one
“O perle,” quoth I,
“in perles pyght,
Art thou my perle that I haf playned,mourned
Regretted by myn
one on nyghte?Grieved me alone at
Much longeyng haf I for thee
laynedconcealed
line245Sythen into gresse thou me
aglyghte.
glittered away from me
Pensyf, payred, I
am forpayned,Sorrowful, broken wasted away
And thou in a lyf of lykyng lyghtepleasure joyful
In Paradys erde, of stryf unstrayned.land untroubled
What wyrde has
hyder my juel vaynedfate here brought
line250And don me in thys del and gret daunger?
put sorrow heartache
Fro we in twynne wern towen and twaynedSince we
were forced apart and separated
I haf ben a joyles jueler.”
That juel thenne, in gemmes gente,elegant
Vered up her
vyse wyth yyen graye,
Raised face
line255Set on hyr coroun of perle
orient
And soberly after thenne con ho say,did she
“Sir, ye haf your tale mysetentedistorted
To say your perle is al awaye
That is in cofer
so
comly clentestrong box so handsomely riveted
line260As in this gardyn gracios
gaye,
So as
to be in this garden a gracious fair one
Hereinne to lenge
forever and playstay
Ther mys nee
mornyng com never nere.
Where neither loss nor mourning
Her were a forser for thee, in faye,Here would be a coffer for you,
truly
If thou were a gentyl jueler.
line265“Bot, jueler gente, if thou
schal lose
Thy joy for a gemme that thee was lef,was dear
to you
Me thynk thee put in a mad porpose
And busyes thee about a raysoun bref.And
trouble yourself about a fleeting course
For that thou lestes was bot a rosethat which you
lost
line270That flowred and fayled as kynde
hyt gef;as nature allowed it
Now thurgh kynde of the kyste
that hyt con closechest enclosed
To a perle of prys hit is put in pref.has
proved to be
And thou has called thy wyrde a theffate
That oght of noght
has mad thee cler.
line275Thou blames the bote of thy
meschef.remedy for your misfortune
Thou art no kynde
jueler.”courteous
A juel to me then was thys geste
visitor/story
And jueles wern hyr gentyl sawes.words
“Iwyse,” quoth I,
“my blysfol beste,Well excellent one
line280My grete dystresse thou al
todrawes.dispel
To be excused I make requeste;
I trawed my perle
don out of dawes.believed out of existence
Now haf I fonde hyt, I schal ma feste
rejoice
And wony wyth hyt
in schyr wod-schaweslive bright groves
line285And love my Lorde and al His
lawes
That has me broght
thys blysse
ner.near
Now were I at yow
byyonde thise wawes,with waves
I were a joyfol
jueler.”
“Jueler,” sayde that gemme clene,
line290“Wy borde ye men? so madde ye be!Why joke
Thre wordes has thou spoken at ene;at the same time
Unavysed, for sothe, wern alle thre.Ill-considered,
truly
Thou ne woste in worlde quat on dos mene —
Thy worde byfore thy wytte con fle.has fled
line295Thou says thou trawes me in this denebelieve
valley
Bycawse thou may wyth yyen me se.
Another — thou says in this countré
Thyself schal won
wyth me ryght here.live
The thrydde — to
passe thys water fre.third noble
line300That may no joyfol jueler.
“I halde that jueler lyttel to prayse
That loves wel that
he ses wyth yye,what he sees with [his] eyes
And much to blame and uncortoyse
That leves oure
Lorde wolde make a lyyebelieves
line305That lelly hyghte your lyf to raysefaithfully promised
Thagh fortune dyd your flesch to dyye.
Ye setten Hys wordes ful westernays
That loves nothynk bot ye hit syye;
And that is a poynt o sorquydryyeof pride
line310That uche god mon may evel
byseme —ill-befit
To leve no tale be
true to tryyebelieve test
Bot that hys one skyl may dem.
individual reason judge
“Deme now thyself if thou con daylyhave conversed
As man to God wordes schulde heve.address
line315Thou says thou schal won in this bayly.dwell
realm
Me thynk thee burde
fyrst aske leve —you ought to
And yet of graunt
thou myghtes fayle.permission
Thou wylnes over
thys water to weve;wish over pass
Er moste thou cever
to other counsayle.
First submit to another plan
line320Thy corse in clot mot calder keve,body ground sink more coldly
For hit was forgarte at Paradys greve;ruined
grove
Oure yorefader hit con mysseyeme.abused
Thurgh drwry deth bos uch man
dreveEach man must make his way through dire death
Er over thys dam
hym Dryghtyn deme.”water God allows
line325“Demes thou me,” quoth I, “my swete,Condemn
To dol agayn,
thenne I dowyne.grief pine away
Now haf I fonte
that I forlete,found lost
Schal I efte forgo
hit er ever I fyne?again before ever I die
Why schal I hit bothe mysse and mete?
line330My precios perle dos me gret
pyne.pain
What serves tresor bot gares
men gretemakes
weep
When he hit schal efte wyth tenes tyne?again pains lose
Now rech I never for to declyne
Ne how fer of folde that man me fleme;
line335When I am partles of perle
myne,deprived
Bot durande doel what may men deme?”What may men expect but endless
grief
“Thow demes noght bot doel dystresse,”grief-sorrow
Thenne sayde that wyght, “why dos thou so?person
For dyne of doel of lures lesse
line340Ofte mony mon forgos the
mo.
Thee oghte better thyselven blessecross yourself
And love ay God in wele and wo,
For anger gaynes thee not a cresse.cress (i.e., not a
straw)
Who nedes schal thole be not so thro;Whoever
must suffer should not be so stubborn
line345For thogh thou daunce as any do,
writhe doe
Braundysch and bray
thy brathes breme,Struggle agonies wild
When thou no fyrre
may to ne frofurther
Thou moste abyde that He schal deme.
“Deme Dryghtyn, ever Hym adyte,accuse
line350Of the way a fote ne wyl He
wrythe.He will not turn aside a foot from the path
Thy mendes
mountes not a myte,rewards increase
Thagh thou for sorwe be never blythe.Even if you in [your]
sorrow
Stynst
of thy
strot and fyne to flyteStop
complaining quit wrangling
And sech Hys
blythe ful swefte and swythe;seek mercy swiftly and
earnestly
line355Thy prayer may Hys pyté
bytepenetrate
That mercy schal
hyr craftes kythe.So that powers show
Hys comforte may thy langour lythemisery relieve
And thy
lures of
lyghtly fleme.
And
your sorrows quickly drive off
For marre
other madde, morne and mythe,
[whether you] lament rave, mourn
mutter
line360Al lys in Hym to dyght and deme.”lies
Thenne demed I to
that damyselle,said
“Ne worthe no wraththe unto my LordeLet it be no offense to my
Lord
If rapely I
rave, spornande in spelle.rashly
stumbling speech
My herte was al wyth mysse remordeloss afflicted
line365As wallande water gos out of welle.
welling spring
I do me ay in Hys
myserecorde;put myself mercy
Rebuke me never wyth wordes fellecruel
Thagh I forloyne,
my dere endorde,
rush
too fast gold-adorned [one]
Bot kythes
me kyndely your coumforde,send
line370Pytosly thenkande upon
thysse:
Of care and me ye made acorde,You made sorrow familiar to
me
That er was grounde
of alle my blysse.You who ever were
“My blysse, my bale, ye han ben bothe;
Bot much the bygger yet was my mongrief
line375Fro thou was wroken fro uch
a wothe.
Since removed path
I wyste never quere
my perle was gon;knew never where
Now I hit se, now lethes my lothe;softens sorrow
And quen we departed we wern at on.were parted
God forbede we be now wrothe —angry
line380We meten so selden by stok other
ston!
Thagh cortaysly ye carpe
concan speak
I am bot mol and
maneres
mysse.dust
manners lack
Bot Crystes mersy and
Mary and Jon,
Thise arn the grounde of alle my blysse.
line385“In blysse I se thee blythely
blent,
blended
And I a man al mornyf mate;sorrowfully dejected
Ye take theron ful lyttel tentenotice
Thagh I hente ofte
harmes hate.suffer sorrows burning
Bot now I am here in your presentepresence
line390I wolde bysech, wythouten
debate,
Ye wolde me say, in sobre asente,
What lyf ye lede erly and late.i.e., all the time
For I am ful fayn
that your astateglad rank
Is worthen to worschyp and wele, iwysse;Has become [one of]
honor
line395Of alle my joy the hyghe
gate,
highway
Hit is in
grounde
of alle my blysse.”at the ground of
“Now blysse, burne, mot thee bytyde,”Now
happiness, man, may come to you
Then sayde that lufsoum of lyth and lere,lovely
[one] limb face
“And welcum here to walk and byde,
line400For now thy speche is to me
dere.
Maysterful mod and
hyghe prydeArrogant
I hete thee arn
heterly hated here.assure fiercely
My Lorde ne loves not for to chydecomplaining
For meke arn alle that wones Hym nere,
line405And when in Hys place thou schal
apere
Be dep devote in
hol mekenesse.devout total
My Lorde the Lamb
loves ay such chere;demeanor
That is the grounde of alle my blysse.
“A blysful lyf thou says I lede;
line410Thou woldes knaw therof the
stage.
Thow wost wel when
thy perle con schedeknow fell
I was ful yong and tender of age,
Bot my Lorde the Lombe, thurgh Hys Godhede
He toke myself to Hys maryage,
line415Corounde me quene in blysse to
brededwell
In lenghe of dayes that ever schal wage.
continue
And sesed in alle
Hys herytageendowed with inheritance
Hys lef is.
I am holy Hysse —beloved
wholly
Hys pyese,
Hys prys; and Hys paragemaiden honored one lineage
line420Is rote and grounde of alle my
blysse.”
“Blysful,” quoth I,
“may thys be trwe?Blissful one
Dyspleses not if I
speke errour.Do not be displeased
Art thou the quene of hevenes blwe
That al thys worlde schal do honour?
line425We leven on Marye that grace of
grewe,believe from whom grace grew
That ber a barne of
vyrgyn flour.
child
The croune fro hyr, quo moght remweremove
Bot ho hir passed in sum favour?Unless she surpassed her in some
noble quality
Now for synglerty o
hyr dousoursingularity of sweetness
line430We calle hyr Fenyx of Arraby
Phoenix
That freles
flewe of hyr fasorflawless from her creator
Lyk to the quen of cortaysye.”
“Cortayse quen,” thenne sayde that gaye,
Knelande to grounde, folde
up hyr face,covering
line435“Makeles moder and myryest may,Spotless maiden
Blessed bygyner of uch a grace.”
Thenne ros ho up and con restaypaused
And speke me towarde in that space,after that interval
“Sir, fele here porchases and fonges praymany
strive [for] here and receive a prize
line440Bot supplantores none wythinne thys place.usurpers
That emperise
al hevens
hasempress
And
urthe and helle in her bayly,Both realm
Of erytage yet non wyl ho chaceYet from inheritance will she
drive no one
For ho is quen of cortaysye.
line445“The court of the kyndom of
God alyveliving
Has a property in hytself beyng;its own nature
Alle that may therinne aryve
Of alle the reme is
quen other kyng;realm
And never other yet schal depryve,dispossess
line450Bot uchon fayn of otheres hafyng
each
one glad possession
And wolde her corounes wern worthe tho fyve
If possyble were her mendyng.
Bot my lady of quom Jesu con spryng
Ho haldes the empyre over uus ful hyghe,
line455And that dyspleses non of oure
gynggroup
For ho is quene of cortaysye.
“Of courtaysye, as says Saynt Poule,
Al arn we membres of Jesu Kryst.
As heved and arme
and legg and navlehead navel
line460Temen to Hys body ful trwe and tryste,
Are joined to
faithfully
Ryght so is uch a Krysten sawle
soul
A longande lym to
the mayster of myste.A limb belonging spiritual
mysteries
Thenne loke what hate other any gawlerancor
Is tached other
tyyed thy lymmes bytwyste;
attached between
line465Thy heved has nauther greme ne grysteresentment
spite
On arme other fynger, thagh thou ber byghe.ring (or
bracelet)
So fare we alle
wyth luf and lystebehave love and desire
To kyng and quene, by cortaysye.”
“Cortaysé,” quoth I,
“I leve,believe
line470And charyté grete be yow
among.
Bot my speche that yow ne greve,But that my words may not offend
you
. . . . .
Thyself in heven over hygh
thou hevetoo exalt (yourself)
To make thee quen
that was so yonge.yourself queen
line475What more honour moghte he
acheve
That hade endured in worlde strongesteadfastly
And lyved in penaunce hys lyves longeall his
life
Wyth bodyly bale hym blysse to byye?torment to buy himself
happiness
What more worschyp moght he
fongehe receive
line480Then corounde be kyng by
cortaysé?
Than
to be crowned king through courtesy
“That cortaysé is to fre of dedetoo liberal in
action
Yf hyt be soth that thou cones saye.
Thou lyfed not two yer in oure thede;land
Thou cowthes never
God nauther plese ne praynever knew how to
line485Ne never nawther Pater ne Crede
—Paternoster nor Creed
And quen mad on the
fyrste
day!queen made
I may not traw, so God me spede,believe,
so God me speed (mild oath)
That God wolde wrythe so wrange away.turn
wrongly away [from right]
Of countes, damysel, par ma fay,
line490Wer fayr in
heven to halde asstate
Other elles a lady
of lasse aray —Or else lesser
Bot a quene! Hit is to dere a date.”exalted goal
“Ther is no date of
Hys godnesse,”limit
Then sayde to me that worthy wyghte,person
line495“For al is trawthe that He con
dresseordains
And He may do nothynk bot ryght.
As Mathew meles
in your Messe,tells
Mass
In sothfol gospel
of God almyght,truthful
In sample
He can ful graythely gesseparable aptly conceive
line500And lyknes hit to
heven lyghte.bright
‘My regne,’ He says, ‘is lyk on hyghton
high
To a lorde that hade a vyne, I wate.vineyard, I know
(interj.)
Of tyme of yere the terme was tyghtseason was come
To labor vyne was
dere the date.’
cultivate good season
line505“That date of yere wel knawe
thys hyne;
these
households
The lorde ful erly up he ros
To hyre werkmen to
hys vynehire
And fyndes ther summe to hys porpos.
Into acorde thay con declyneThey come to an agreement
line510For a pené on a day,
and forth thay gos,penny a day
Wrythen and
worchen and don gret pyne,Toil labor
Kerven and
caggen and man hit clos.
Cut tie up make it secure
Aboute under the lorde to marked tos
And ydel men stande he fyndes therate.
line515‘Why stande ye ydel?’ he sayde
to thos,
‘Ne knawe ye of this day no date?’i.e., Do you not know what time
it is?
“‘Er date of daye
hider arn we wonne,’Before dawn come
So was al samen her
answar soght.together given
‘We haf standen her syn ros the sunne
line520And no mon byddes uus do ryght
noght.’anything at all
‘Gos into my vyne,
dos that ye conne,’Go do what
So sayde the lorde and made hit toght.firm
(i.e., a contract)
‘What resonabele
hyre be naght be runne,
I yow pay
in dede
and thoghte.’
line525Thay wente into the vyne and
wroghteworked
And al day the lorde thus yede his gatewent his
way
And nw
men to hys vyne he broghtenew
Welnegh wyl day was
passed date.Almost until
“At the date of day
of evensonge,time
line530On oure byfore the sonne go doun,One hour
He sey ther ydel
men ful strongesaw
And sade to hem,
wyth sobre soun,tone
‘Wy stonde ye ydel thise dayes longe?’
Thay sayden her hyre was nawhere boun.their hire arranged
line535‘Gos to my vyne, yemen
yonge,laborers
And wyrkes and dos that at ye moun.’what you can
Sone the worlde bycom wel broun,dark
The sunne was doun and
hit wex late.
To take her hyre he
mad sumoun;pay
line540The day was al apassed
date.daytime was all over
“The date of the daye the lorde con knaw;knew
Called to the reve,
‘Lede, pay the meyny!
overseer My good man hired
hands
Gyf hem the hyre
that I hem owe
payment
And fyrre, that non
me may reprené,
further find fault with me
line545Set hem alle upon a rawerow
And gyf uchon inlyche a peny.alike
Bygyn at the laste that standes lowe
Tyl to the fyrste that thou atteny.’reach
And thenne the fyrst bygonne to plenycomplain
line550And sayden that they hade
travayled sore.worked
‘These bot on oure
hem con streny!a single hour worked
Uus thynk uus oghe
to take more.ought
“‘More haf we served, uus thynk so,deserved, we
think
That suffred han the dayes heteheat
line555Thenn thyse that wroght not
houres two —
And thou dos hem uus to counterfete.’make them
equal to us
Thenne sayde the lorde to on
of tho,one of those
‘Frende, no waning
I wyl thee gete.
loss grant
Take that is thyn owne and go
line560And I hyred thee for a peny agrete.Since all
together
Quy bygynnes thou
now to threte?Why complain
Was not a pené thy covenaunt thore?contract then
Fyrre then covenaunde is noght to plete.
Wy schalte thou thenne aske
more?
line565“‘More, wether louyly is me my gyfteMoreover, is not my own right to
give lawful
To do wyth myn quatso me lykes?my own whatever pleases
me
Other elles thyn yye to lyther is lyfteOr else
is your eye turned to evil (i.e., bitterness)
For I am goude and
non byswykes.’
Because cheat no one
‘Thus schal I,’ quoth Kryste, ‘hyt
skyfte:arrange
line570The laste schal be the fyrst
that strykeswho comes
And the fyrst the laste, be he never so swyft.however
swift he is
For mony ben called
thagh fewe be mykes.’
chosen [ones]
Thus pore men her part ay pykesshare always get
Thagh thay com late and lyttel wore;
expend
line575And thagh her sweng wyth lyttel
atslykes,
The merci of God is much the more.
“More haf I of joye and blysse hereinne,
Of ladyschyp gret and lyves blom,bloom of life
Then alle the wyyes
in the worlde myght wynnepeople
line580By the way of ryght to aske
dome.If they asked for an award according to justice
Whether welnygh now I con bygynne,Even though I began just
now
In eventyde into the vyne I come.
Fyrst of my hyre my Lorde con mynne;My Lord thought of my wages
first
I was payed anon of al and sum.immediately in full
line585Yet other ther werne that toke
more tom,time
That swange and
swat for longe yore,toiled
sweated long before
That yet of hyre nothynk thay nom —That still received nothing
for their work
Paraunter noght
schal to-yere
more.”
Maybe nothing for a long
time
Then more I meled
and sayde apert,spoke plainly
line590“Me thynk thy tale
unresounable.
Goddes ryght is redy and evermore rertprompt
supreme
Other Holy Wryt is bot a fable.
In Sauter is sayd a
verce overtePsalter verse plain (open)
That spekes a poynt determynable:definite
line595‘Thou quytes uchon as hys desserte,reward each according to
Thou hyghe kyng ay pertermynable.’
supreme
Now he that stod the long day stable
And thou to payment com hym byfore —
Thenne the lasse in werke to take more able,
line600And ever the lenger the lasse,
the more.”
“Of more and lasse in Godes ryche,”kingdom
That gentyl sayde, “lys no joparde,exists (lies) no
uncertainty
For ther is uch mon payed inlyche
fully
Whether lyttel other much be hys rewarde.
line605For the gentyl Cheventayn is no chyche;Ruler
skinflint
Quether-so-ever He dele, nesch other harde,
He laves Hys gyftes
as water of dychepours out dike
Other gotes of golf that never charde.
Hys fraunchyse is large; that ever dard
line610To Hym that mas in synne
rescoghe,
No blysse bes fro hem reparde,will be withheld
For the grace of God is gret inoghe.
“Bot now thou motes, me for to mateBut now you argue, in order to
shame me
That I my peny haf wrang tan here;wrongly taken
line615Thou says that I that com to late
Am not worthy so gret fere.
reward
Where wystes thou ever any bourne abate,
Ever so holy in hys prayere,
That he ne forfeted by sumkyn gatesome kind of way
line620The mede sumtyme of hevenes clere?reward
And ay the ofter,
the alder thay were;more often older
Thay laften ryght
and wroghten woghe.left did wrong
Mercy and grace moste hem then stere,guide
For the grace of God is gret innoghe.
line625“Bot innoghe of grace has
innocent.
As sone as thay arn borne by lynelineage
In the water of babtem thay dyssente.baptism descend
Then arne thay boroght into the vyne.
Anon the day, with derk endente,
line630The niyght of deth dos to enclyne
That wroght never wrang er thenne thay wente.
The gentyle Lorde thenne payes hys hyne;servants
Thay dyden hys heste, thay wern thereine.command there (i.e., the
vineyard)
Why schulde he not her labour alow —recognize
line635Yys, and pay hym
at the fyrste
fyne?
them
according to the first contract
For the grace of God is gret innoghe.
“Inoghe is knawen
that mankyn greteit is well known
Fyrste was wroght to blysse parfyt;
Oure forme fader
hit con forfetefirst
line640Thurgh an apple that he upon con
byte.
Al wer we dampned for that mete,food
To dyye in doel out
of delytdie in grief
And sythen wende to helle hetego to hell’s heat
Therinne to won withoute respyt.
line645Bot theron com a bote astyt;
But
for it came a remedy immediately
Ryche blod ran on Rode so rogheCross so cruel
And wynne water
then at that plyt.precious plight
The grace of God wex gret innoghe.grew
“Innoghe ther wax
out of that welle,flowed
line650Blod and water of brode
wounde;
The blod uus boght
fro bale of helle,redeemed
And delyvered uus of deth secounde.
The water is baptem, the sothe to telle,
That folwed the glayve so grymly grounde,spear sharpened
line655That wasches away the gyltes
felleguilts cruel
That Adam wyth inne
deth uus drounde.With which Adam drowned us in
death
Now is ther noght in the worlde rounde
Bytwene uus and blysse bot that he wythdrow,he (Adam)
took away
And that is restored in sely stounde,blessed
hour
line660And the grace of
God is gret innogh.
“Grace innogh the mon may have
That synnes thenne new, yif hym repente;
Bot wyth sorw and syt he mot hit cravegrief must it
implore
And byde the
payne therto is bent.endure penalty set
line665Bot resoun, of ryght that con
not rave,that cannot deviate from
justice
Saves evermore the innossent.
Hit is a dom that
never God gavejudgment
That ever the gyltles schulde be schente.guiltless punished
The gyltyf may
contryssyoun henteguilty grasp
line670And be thurgh mercy to grace
thryght,thrust
Bot he to gyle that never glente
As
inoscente is saf
and ryghte.
“Ryght thus I knaw
wel in this cas
Two men to save is God,
by skylle;God is to save two men, for
certain
line675The ryghtwys man schal se Hys
face,
The harmles hathel
schal com Hym tylle.innocent man to
The Sauter
hyt sas thus in a pace,Psalter passage
‘Lorde, quo schal klymbe Thy hyghe
hylle
Other rest wythinne Thy holy place?’
line680Hymself to onsware He is not
dylle:
‘Hondelynges harme that dyt not ille,
That is of hert bothe clene and lyght —
Ther schal hys stepe
stable stylle.’remain fixed
The innosent is ay saf by ryght.
line685“The ryghtwys man also
sertayn
Aproche he schal that proper pylefine stronghold
That takes not her lyf in vaynetheir (i.e., his)
life
Ne glaueres her
nieghbor wyth no gyle.backbites
Of thys ryghtwys, sas
Salamon playn,righteous one, says Solomon
line690How kyntly oure
Koyntyse hym con aquyle.
naturally our Wisdom welcomed him
By wayes ful streght he
con hym straynled
And scheued hym the rengne of God awhyle,kingdom
As quo says, ‘Lo,
yon lovely yle!Like one who says realm
Thou may hit wynne if thou be wyghte.’brave
line695Bot hardyly, wythoute peryle,assuredly
risk
The innosent is ay save by ryghte.
“Anende ryghtwys
men, yet says a gome,Concerning man
David in Sauter if ever ye sey
hit,Psalter saw
‘Lorde, Thy servaunt draw never to dome,
line700For
non lyvyande to Thee is justyfyet.’
Forthy to corte, quen thou schal com
Ther alle oure causes schal be tryed,
Alegge
the
ryght — thou may be innomeIf you
plead righteousness trapped
By thys ilke spech I have asspyed.observed
line705Bot He on Rode that blody dyed,Cross
Delfully thurgh
hondes thryght,Painfully pierced
Gyve thee to passe,
when thou arte tryed,Should allow you to go
free
By innocens, and not by ryghte.
“Ryghtwysly quo con
rede,Correctly
line710He loke on bok and be awayedLet him
look instructed
How Jesus Hym welke in arethede,Himself
walked in olden times
And burnes her barnes unto Hym braydepeople their children
brought
For happe and hele
that fro Hym yede.luck and healing (coll. good luck)
went
To touch her
chylder thay fayr Hym prayed.
line715His dessypeles wyth blame, ‘Let be!’ hym
bede,disciples sharply commanded
them
And wyth her resounes ful fele restayed.their
objections many [people] restrained
Jesus thenne hem swetely sayde,to them
‘Do way, let chylder unto me tyght;come
To suche is hevenryche arayed.’
line720The innocent is ay saf by
ryght.
“Jesu con calle to Hym Hys myldegentle ones
And sayde Hys ryche
no wyy myght wynnekingdom person
Bot he com thyder ryght as a chylde
Other elles nevermore com therinne.
line725Harmles, trwe, and
undefylde,
Wythouten mote other mascle of sulpande synne —polluting
Quen such ther cnoken on the bylde,knock building
Tyt schal hem men
the gate unpynne.Instantly
Ther is the blys that con not blynnecannot cease
line730That the jueler soghte thurgh
perré presgems precious
And solde alle hys goud, bothe wolen and lynne,wool and
linen
To bye hym a perle was mascelles.spotless
“This makelles
perle, that boght is dere,peerless
The joueler gef fore alle hys god,For which the jeweler gave all
his goods
line735Is lyke the reme of
hevenesse
clere
—
realm of heaven
So sayde the Fader of folde and flode —land sea
For hit is wemles,
clene, and clere,spotless
And endeles rounde and blythe of mode,serene character
And commune to alle that ryghtwys
were.
line740Lo, even inmyddes my breste hit stode!
exactly
My Lorde, the Lombe that schede Hys blode,
He pyght hit there in token of pes.
I rede thee forsake
the worlde wodeadvise senseless
And porchace thy perle maskelles.”
line745“O maskeles perle, in perles
pure,
That beres,” quoth I, “the perle of prys,
Quo formed thee thy fayre fygure?
That wroght thy wede, He was ful wys.
Thy beauté com never of nature;
line750Pymalyon
paynted
never thy vys,face
Ne Arystotel nawther by hys lettrurelearning
Of carpe
the kynde
these propertes.
Speaks of the nature of these properties
Thy colour passes the flour-de-lys;
Thyn angel-havyng
so clene cortes —angelic bearing refined
line755Breve me, bryght, quat kyn ostriys
Tell oyster
Beres the perle so maskelles?”
“My makeles Lambe that al may bete,”remedy
Quoth scho, “my dere destyné,
Me ches to Hys make, althagh unmete
line760Sumtyme semed that
assemblé.
When I wente fro yor worlde wete,
wet
He calde me to Hys bonerté:beatitude
‘Cum hyder to me, my lemman swete
sweetheart
For mote ne spot is
non in thee.’stain
line765He gef me myght and als bewté;also
In Hys blod He wesch my wede on deseclothing dais
And coronde clene in vergynté,
And pyght me
in perles maskelles.”adorned
“Why, maskelles bryd,
that bryght con flambe,bride brightly shines
line770That reiates has so ryche and ryf,royal
honors abundant
Quat kyn thyng may
be that Lambekind of
That thee wolde wedde unto Hys vyf?wife
Over alle other so hygh thou clambeclimbed
To lede wyth Hym so ladyly lyf.queenly
line775So mony a comly anunnder
cambeSo many a beauty (lit. fair one under
headdress)
For Kryst han lyved in much stryf,
And thou con alle tho dere out dryfAnd you drive out all those
worthy ones
And from that maryag
al other depres —exclude
Al only thyself so
stout and styf,Except
for strong firm
line780A makeles may and
maskelles.”
“Maskelles,” quoth that myry quene,
“Unblemyst I am, wythouten blot,stain
And that may I wyth mensk menteene,honor maintain
Bot ‘makeles quene’ — thenne sade I not.said
line785The Lambes uyves in blysse we bene,wives
A hondred and forty thowsande flot
in
company
As in the Apocalyppes hit is sene.
Sant John hem syy al in a knotsaw
throng
On the hyl of Syon, that semly clot;knoll
line790The apostel hem segh in gostly
drem,
Arayed to the weddyng in that hyl-coppe,hilltop
The nwe cyté o Jerusalem.
“Of Jerusalem I in speche spelle;discuss
If thou wyl knaw what kyn He be,kind
line795My Lombe, my Lorde, my dere
juelle,
My joy, my blys, my lemman fre,sweetheart noble
The profete Ysaye of Hym con mellespoke
Pitously of Hys debonerté:humility
‘That gloryous gyltles that mon con quellekill
line800Wythouten any sake of felonye,charge (e.g., criminal)
As a schep to the slaght ther lad was He,slaughter led
And as lombe that clypper in lande nem,
shearers takes hold of
So closed He hys mouth fro uch query’
—
Quen Jues Hym jugged in Jerusalem.
line805“In
Jerusalem was my lemman slayn
And rent on Rode wyth boyes bolde.
slit
open on Cross by thugs
Al oure bales to bere ful bayn,Ready to take on all our
troubles
He toke on Hymself oure cares colde;
Wyth boffetes was Hys face flaynscourged
line810That was so fayr on to
byholde.
For synne He set Hymself in vayn
as
nothing
That never hade non Hymself to wolde.That never had any
Himself
For uus He lette Hym flyye and folde
And brede upon a
bostwys bem;stretched strong
line815As meke as lomp
that no playnt toldelamb
For uus He swalt in
Jerusalem.died
“Jerusalem,
Jordan, and Galalye,
Ther as baptysed
the goude Saynt Jon,
Where
His wordes acorded to Ysaye.
agreed with Isaiah
line820When Jesu
con to hym warde gon,went towards him
He sayde of Hym thys professye:
‘Lo, Godes Lombe, as trwe as ston,
That dos away the synnes dryyeheavy
That alle thys worlde has wroght upon.’
line825Hymself ne wroghte
never yet noncommitted
Whether on Hymself
He con al clem.And yet claimed
Hys generacyoun quo
recen conancestry recount
That dyyed for uus in Jerusalem?
“In Jerusalem thus my lemman swete
line830Twyes for lombe was taken there,
revealed
By trw recorde of ayther prophete,i.e., both
For mode so meke
and al Hys fare.manner demeanor
The thryde
tyme
is therto ful mete,third fully consistent
In Apokalypes wryten ful yare.clearly
line835In mydes the trone there sayntes sete,Amid where sat
The apostel John
Hym saw
as bare,very clearly
Lesande the boke
with leves sware
Opening leaves (pages) square
There seven syngnettes wern sette in seme;
seals on the border
And at that syght uche douth con darecreature
bowed down
line840In helle,
in erthe, in Jerusalem.
“Thys Jerusalem Lombe hade never
pechche
patch
Of other huee bot quyt jolyfwhite bright
That mot ne masklle
moght on streche,To which neither spot nor stain might adhere
For wolle quyte so
ronk and ryf.white abundant
line845Forthy uche saule that hade
never techestain
Is to that Lombe a worthyly wyf,
And thagh uch day a store He fechesupply [of wives]
Among uus commes nouther
strot ne stryf,dispute
Bot uchon enlé we wolde were fyf.But each one singly we would
wish were five
line850The mo the myryer, so
God me blesse!
In compayny gret our luf con thryf,thrives
In honour more and never the lesse.
“Lasse of blysse
may non uus bryngLess no one
That beren thys perle upon oure bereste,
line855For thay of mote couthe never
mynge
Of spotles perles tha beren the creste.
Althagh oure corses
in clottes clyngebodies
And ye remen for
rauthe wythouten reste,cry out pity
We thurghoutly haven cnawyng;We have complete
understanding
line860Of on dethe ful oure hope is
drest.
The Lombe
uus
glades, oure care is kest;cast out
He myrthes uus alle at uch a mes.feast
Uchones blysse is
breme and beste —Each one’s intense
And never ones honour yet never the les.And yet
never is one’s honor any the less
line865“Lest les thou leve my tale farande,
In Appocalyppece is wryten in wro:a passage
‘I seghe,’ says
John, ‘the
Loumbe
Hym standesaw
On the Mount of Syon ful thryven and thro,lovely
noble
And wyth Hym maydennes
an hundrethe thowsande
line870And fowre and forty thowsande
mo.
On alle her forhedes wryten I fandefound
The Lombes nome, Hys Faderes also.
A hue fro
heven I herde thoo,cry
then
Lyk flodes fele laden
runnen on resse,
line875And as thunder throwes in torres blo
rolls thunderheads dark
That lote, y leve,
was never the les.clamor, I believe
“‘Nautheles thagh hit schowted sharperang out
And ledden loude
althagh hit were,din of voices
A note ful nwe I herde hem warpe;utter
line880To lysten that was ful lufly
dere.wonderfully delightful
As harpores harpen in her harpe,
That nwe songe thay songen ful cler
In sounande notes,
a gentyl carpe.melodious discourse
Ful fayre the modes
thay fonge in feremelodies sang together
line885Ryght byfore
Godes chayere,throne
And the fowre bestes that Hym obes,obey
And the aldermen
so sadde of chere —elders dignified expression
Her songe thay
songen never the les.Their
“‘Nowthelese, non was never so quoyntskillful
line890For alle the craftes that ever
thay knewe,
That of that songe myght synge a poyntphrase
(of music)
Bot that meyny
the Lombe that swe.
Except for the retinue that follow the Lamb
For thay arn boght,
fro the urthe aloynte,redeemed earth
far removed
As newe fryt
to
God ful due,
line895And to the gentyl Lombe hit
arn anjoyntthey are joined
As lyk to Hymself of lote
and hwe.voice
sound
For never lesyng ne
tale untrwelying
Ne towched her tonge for no dysstresse.
That moteles meyny
may never remweretinue depart
line900Fro that maskeles mayster never
the les.’”
“Never the les let be my thonc,”Never consider my gratitude any
the less
Quoth I, “my perle, thagh I appose.interrogate
I schulde not tempte thy wyt so wlonctest superb
To Krystes chambre that art ichose.chosen
line905I am bot mokke and mul
among,
dust
And thou so ryche a
reken rosenoble splendid
And bydes here by thys blysful boncshore (bank)
Ther lyves lyste
may never lose.life’s pleasures
Now, hynde, that sympelnesse cones enclose,gracious
one, that encloses simplicity
line910I wolde thee aske a thynge
expresse,
And thagh I be bustwys as a blose,
blustery churl
Let my bone vayle
never the lese.request prevail
“Neverthelese cler I yow bycallecall upon
If ye con se hyt be to done.If you can see [how] it may be
done
line915As thou art gloryous, wythouten
galle,
Wythnay thou never
my ruful bone.Refuse request
Haf ye no wones in
castel walle,residences
Ne maner ther ye
may mete and won?
manor live
Thou telles me of Jerusalem, the ryche
ryalle,kingdom royal
line920Ther
David
dere was
dyght on trone —Where placed
Bot by thyse holtes
hit con not hone,woods be situated
Bot in Judee hit is, that noble
note.
enterprise
As ye ar maskeles under mone,
spotless under the moon
Your wones schulde
be wythouten mote.dwellings stain
line925“Thys moteles meyny
thou cones of mele,company do speak of
Of thousandes thryght, so gret a route —thronged retinue
A gret ceté, for ye arn fele,many
Yow byhod have
wythouten doute.must
So cumly a pakke of joly juele
line930Wer evel don schulde lyy
theroute;i.e., It were unfortunate if they should be outside
And by thyse bonkes ther I con geledid stroll
I se
no bygyng nawhere aboute.building
I trowe alone ye
lenge and loutebelieve linger bow low
To loke on the glory of thys gracious
gote.stream
line935If thou has other bygynges
stoute,stately
Now tech me to that
myry mote.”lead city/castle
“That mote thou menes in Judy londe,”Judea
That specyal spyce then to me spakk.
“That is the cyté that the Lombe con fondesought
out
line940To soffer inne sor for manes sake.pain
The olde Jerusalem, to understonde,that is
to say
For there the olde gulte was don to slake.brought
to an end
Bot the nwe that
lyght, of Godes sonde,
But
the new that descended, of God’s sending
The apostel in Apocalyppce in theme con take.as a theme
line945The Lompe
ther wythouten spottes blakeLamb/Lamp
Has feryed thyder
Hys fayre flote,carried flock
And as Hys flok is wythouten flake,blemish
So is Hys mote
wythouten moote.court stain
“Of motes two to carpe cleneexpound
line950And
Jerusalem hyght
bothe, nawtheles —were named
That nys to yow no more to meneThat is to mean to you no
more
Bot ‘Ceté of God’ other ‘Syght of Pes’
—than
In that on oure pes was mad at ene.
In
that one our peace was made secure
With payne to suffer the Lombe hit chese.chose
it
line955In that other is noght bot pes
to gleneglean
That ay schal laste wythouten reles.end
That is the borgh
that we to prescity hurry toward
Fro that oure
flesch
be layd to rote;Since
Ther glory and blysse schal ever encres
line960To the meyny that is wythouten
mote.”
“Moteles may, so
meke and mylde,”Spotless maiden
Then sayde I to that lufly flor,flower
“Bryng me to that bygly byldepleasant dwelling
And let me se thy blysful bor.”bower
line965That schene sayde, “That God wyl
schylde!shining one prevent
Thou may not enter wythinne Hys tor.stronghold
Bot of the Lombe I have thee aquylde
petitioned
For a syght therof thurgh gret favor.
Utwyth to se that
clene cloystor
From outside
line970Thou may, bot inwyth not a fote;
within smidgen
To strech in the
strete thou has no vygourgo
Bot thou wer clene
wythouten mote.Unless
“If I this mote
thee schal unhyde,city reveal
Bow up towarde
thys bornes heved,Go stream’s head
line975And I anendes thee on thys sydeopposite
Schal sue tyl thou
to a hil be veved.”follow brought
Then wolde I no
lenger byde,
Bot lurked by launces so lufly levedmoved furtively past branches
leafed
Tyl, on a hyl, that I asspyed,Until, from a hill, I saw
[it]
line980And blusched on the burghe as I forth dreved.gazed
city went
Byyonde the brok, fro me warde keved
That schyrrer then sunne wyth schaftes schon.
In the Apokalypce is the fasoun prevedform
shown
As devyses hit the
apostel John.describes
line985As John the
apostel hit syy with syght,
I syye that cyty of gret renoun,
Jerusalem so nwe and ryally dyghtroyally
adorned
As hit was lyght
fro the heven adoun.As
[if] it had descended
The borgh was al of brende golde bryght,pure
line990As glemande glas burnist
broun —burnished bright
Wyth gentyl gemmes anunder pyght,underneath
Wyth bauteles
twelve on basyng boun,With twelve arches arranged on the
foundation
The foundementes
twelve of riche tenoun.tiers joinery work
Uch tabelment was
a serlypes ston,Each tier (of foundation) single
line995As derely devyses this ilke
tounsame town
In Apocalyppes the apostel John.
As John thise stones in Writ con
nemme,Scripture named
I knew the name
after his tale:account
Jasper
hyght the fyrste
gemmewas called
line1000That I on fyrst basse con
wale.base perceived
He glente grene in
the lowest hemme;It step
Saffer helde the
secounde stale.Sapphire place
The calsydoyne
thenne wythouten wemme,chalcedony flaw
In the thrydde
table con purly pale.translucently gleamed
line1005The emerade, the furthe, so
grene of scale;facet
The sardonyse, the
fyfthe ston,sardonyx
The sexte, the rybé,
he con hit waleruby perceive
In the Apocalyppce the apostel John.
Yet joyned John the crysolytchrysolite
line1010The seventhe gemme in
fundament;
The aghtthe, the
beryl cler and quyt,eighth white
The topasye twynne-hew, the nente endent.ninth inlaid
The crysopase, the
tenthe is tyght,cyrosophrase fastened
The jacyngh,
the enleventhe gent.jacinth eleventh noble
line1015The twelfthe, the tryeste
in uch a plyt,truest array
The amatyst, purpre wyth ynde blente.indigo
blended
The wal abof the bautels
bent
arches curved
Of
jasporye as glas that glysnande schon.jasper
I knew hit by his devysementdescription
line1020In the Apocalyppes, the apostel
John.
As John devysed yet saw I thare;
Thise twelve degres wern brode and stayre.steps steep
The cyté stod abof ful sware,square
As longe, as brode, as hyghe ful fayre;
line1025The stretes of golde as glasse
al bare —clear
The wal of jasper that glent as glayre
—shone enamel
The wones wythinne
enurned waredecorated
Wyth alle kynnes perre
that moght repayre.kinds
gems be there
Thenne helde uch sware of this manayresquare
line1030Twelve forlonge
space, er ever hit fon,furlong ended
Of heght, of brede, of lenthe to cayre,traverse
For meten hit
syy the apostel
John.
measured saw
As John hym wrytes yet more I syye;
Uch pane of that
place had thre gates,side
line1035So twelve in poursent
I con asspye.enclosing wall
The portales pyked
of ryche
platesadorned metal plates
And uch gate of a margyrye,pearl
A parfyt perle that never fates.fades
Uchon in
scrypture a name con plyeEach one inscription
expressed
line1040Of
Israel barnes, folewande her dates —children, according to
their
That is to say, as her byrth-whates.
fortunes of birth
The aldest ay fyrst theron was done.oldest always first was done
(written) thereon
Such lyght ther lemed in alle the strates,gleamed streets
Hem nedde nawther
sunne ne mone.They needed
line1045Of sunne ne mone had thay no
nede;
The selfe
God was her lambe-lyght,
lamplight
The Lombe her lantyrne, wythouten drede.doubt
Thurgh Hym blysned
the borgh al bryght.shone
Thurgh wowe and
won my lokyng yede,wall dwelling went
line1050For sotyle cler noght lette no
syght.
The hyghe trone ther moght ye hedeobserve
Wyth alle the apparaylmente
umbepyghte,the hosts of heaven arranged around
As John the appostel in termes tyghte;expressly expounded
The hyghe Godes self hit set upone.Himself
line1055A rever of the trone ther ran outryghteriver from
Was bryghter then bothe the sunne and mone.
Sunne ne mone schon never so swete
As that
foysoun flode out of that flet;
copious room
Swythe hit
swange thurgh uch a streteSwiftly rushed
line1060Wythouten fylthe other galle
other glet.slime
Kyrk therinne was non yete —Church moreover
Chapel ne temple that ever was set.built
The Almyghty was her mynster
mete,temple fitting
The Lombe the sakerfyse ther to refet.
refresh
line1065The gates stoken was never yet,shut
Bot ever more upen
at uche a lone.open roadway
Ther entres non to
take resetno one refuge
That beres any spot anunder mone.
The mone may
therof acroche no myghte;
moon steal
line1070To spotty ho is, of body to grym,dull
And also ther ne is never nyght.
What schulde the mone ther compas clym
And to even wyth that worthly lyght
That schynes upon the brokes brym?river’s surface
line1075The planetes arn in to pouer a
plyght
And the selfe
sunne
ful fer to dym.
Aboute that water arn tres ful schymbright
That twelve frytes
of lyf con bere ful sone;fruits quickly
Twelve sythes on
yer thay beren ful frymtimes abundantly
line1080And renowles nwe in uche a mone.
renew
Anundre mone so gret merwayle
No fleschly hert ne myght endeure
As quen I blusched
upon that bayle,
when I gazed castle wall
So ferly therof
was the fasure.marvelous appearance
line1085I stod as stylle as dased
quayle
For ferly of that
freuch
fygure,In
amazement vivid vision
That felde I
nawther reste ne travayleSo that I
felt
So was I ravyste wyth glymme pure.radiance
For I dar say, wyth conciens sure,conviction
line1090Hade bodyly burne abiden that
bone,Had a man in the body experienced that boon
Thagh alle clerkes
hym hade in curelearned men care
His lyf wer
loste
anunder mone.
Ryght as the maynful
mone con ryspowerful
Er thenne the day-glem dryve al doun,
sinks
line1095So sodanly on a wonder
wysewonderful way
I was war of a
prosessyoun.aware
This noble cité of ryche enpryse
renown
Was sodanly ful, wythouten sommoun,
Of such vergynes
in
the same gyse
line1100That was my blysful
anunder croun.
[maiden] beneath
And coronde wern alle of the same fasoun,
Depaynt in perles
and wedes qwyte.Adorned clothes white
In uchones breste was bounden bounfastened firmly
The blysfyl perle with gret
delyt.
line1105With gret delyt thay glod in
fereproceeded together
On golden gates
that glent as glasse.
streets
Hundreth thowsandes, I wot ther were,
And alle in sute her livrés
wasse;alike their livery
Tor to knaw the
gladdest chere.Difficult
line1110The Lombe byfore con proudly
passe
Wyth hornes seven of red golde
cler.
As praysed perles
His wedes
wasse.precious
Towarde the throne thay trone a tras.made
their way
Thagh thay wern fele, no pres in plyt,
line1115Bot mylde as maydenes seme at
mas
So drov thay forth
with gret delyt.moved
Delyt that hys come
encroched,coming brought
To much it were of for to melle.explain
Thise aldermen,
quen he aproched,elders
line1120Grovelyng to his fete thay felle.Prostrate
Legyounes of aungeles, togeder voched,summoned
Ther kesten ensens
of swete smelle.scattered incense
Then glory and gle was nwe abroched;poured out
Al songe to love
that gay juelle.worship
line1125The steven moght stryke thurgh the
urthe
to hellesound earth
That the Vertues
of
heven of joye endyte.Which the Virtues of heaven chant in
joy
To love the Lombe His meyny in-melle,retinue
among
Iwysse I laght a
gret delyt.Truly I took
Delit the Lombe for to devisecontemplate
line1130With much mervayle in mynde
went,
Best was He, blythest, and moste to pryseto
esteem
That ever I herde of speche spent.described in
speech
So worthly whyt wern wedes Hys,
His lokes symple, Hymself so gent;
line1135Bot a wounde ful wyde
and weete con wysewet/bloody showed
Anende Hys hert
thurgh hyde torente.Near torn
Of His quyte syde his blod outsprent.gushed
out
Alas, thoght I, who did that spyt?outrage
Ani breste for bale aght haf forbrent
line1140Er he therto hade had
delyt.
The Lombe delyt, non lyste to wene;No one would doubt the Lamb’s delight Thagh He were hurt and wounde hade, In His sembelaunt was never sene, So wern His glentes gloryous glade.glances line1145I loked among His meyny schene,shining How thay wyth lyf wern laste and lade.charged filled Then saw I ther my lyttel quene That I wende had standen by me in sclade.believed valley Lorde, much of mirthe was that ho madeshe line1150Among her feres that was so quyt!companions white That syght me gart to thenk to wademade me wade [across] For luf longyng in gret delyt.
fitt20Delyt me drof in yye and ere —eye
My manes mynde to
maddyng malte.human madness dissolved
line1155Quen I sey my frely, I wolde be theresaw noble one
Byyonde the water, thagh ho were walte.chosen
I thoght that no thyng myght me dere,hinder
To fech me bur and
take me halte,deal a blow hold me back
And to start in
the strem schulde non me stere
plunge restrain
line1160To swymme the remnaunt, thagh I
ther swalte.died
Bot of that munt I
was bitalt.aim shaken
When I schulde start in the strem astraye,impetuously
Out of that caste
I was bycalt;intention summoned
Hit was not at my Prynces paye.pleasure
line1165Hit payed Hym not that I so floncpleased would fling myself
Over mervelous meres so mad arayde.waters
Of raas, thagh I
were rasch and ronk,In rushing impetuous
Yet rapely
therinne I was restayed.quickly checked
For ryght as I sparred unto the bonc,sprang bank
line1170That brathe
out of my drem me brayde.violence yanked
Then wakned I in that erber wlonk;garden lovely
My hede upon that hylle was layde
Ther as my perle to grounde strayd.
I raxled
and fel in gret affray,awoke agitation
line1175And sykyng to myself I sayd,sighing
“Now al be to that Prynces paye.”
Me payed ful ille to be outflemedriven out
So sodenly of that fayre regioun —
Fro alle tho syghtes so quyke
and queme.vivid
pleasant
line1180A longeyng hevy me strok in
swone,swoon
And rewfully
thenne I con toreme,sorrowfully cried out
“O perle,” quoth I, “of rych renoun,
So was hit me dere that thou con demespoke
of
In thys veray avysyoun!true vision
line1185If
hit be veray and soth sermountrue speech
That thou so stykes
in garlande gay,who are set
So wel is me in thys doel-doungoun
That thou art to that Prynses paye.”
To that Prynces paye hade I ay bentesubmitted
line1190And yerned no more then was me gyven,
yearned
And halden me ther in trwe entent
As the perle me prayed that was so thryven —lovely
As helde, drawen
to Goddes present,As most likely
presence
To mo of His mysterys I hade ben dryven.brought
line1195Bot ay wolde man of happe more
hente
Then moghten
by
ryght upon hem clyven.
Therfore my joye was sone toriventorn apart
And I kaste of kythes that lastes aye.cast
from lands that last forever
Lorde, mad hit arn
that agayn Thee stryventhey are
line1200Other proferen Thee oght agayn Thy paye.offer You anything
To pay the Prince
other sete saghte,please to be reconciled
Hit is ful ethe to
the god Krystyin.easy
For I haf founden Hym, bothe day and naghte,night
A God, a Lorde, a frende ful fyin.most
excellent
line1205Over this hyul this lote I laghte
For pyty of my perle enclyin;
humble
And sythen to God I hit bytaghtecommitted it
In Krystes dere blessyng and myn,
mine
That in the forme of bred and wyn
line1210The preste uus schewes uch a
daye.
He gef uus to be His homly hyne
And precious perles unto His pay.
Amen Amen