A master read,
Troum unde Spiegelglas,
Daz sie zem wind
Bi der STATE sin gezalt
Loup unde grass,
Daz ie min friede something,< br/>Swiez now win,
Iz dunket me so form;
Dar zuo the flowers manicvalt,
Diu heide red, the green walt.
The birds sanc has a truric end ;
Dar zuo der linde
Süeze und linde.
So we, Werlt, as you give stat.
Holy Krist,
Sit du gwaltic
The worthy common man,
Those who are formed after you,
Give me the cunning
So that in a short time I can
Alsam common man
You will come into this world with your own eyes.
I am blinking with sighted eyes
And all good things are a kint,
Like mine misdeed the world's hal.
Clean me
E min bones
Immerse yourself in that lost valley.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI