The Lübeck Dance of Death - 8

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Hermit and peasant

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The Death answers the Craftsman and turns to the Hermit
Gi Amtes Lude alghemeine,
Achten vele Dinges kleine,
Dat gi einen anderen bedreghen,
Unde vaken darinne leghen.
Up sterven hebbe gi nicht gepast,
Juwe Sele ser belast,
Dat wil juwer Sele wesen swar,
Klusenaer, volghe naer

 you craftsmen - all of you -
pay [too] little heed to many things
[so] that you cheat each other
and furthermore often lie.
You did not waste any [thoughts] on dying
and you strained your souls.
It will be difficult for your souls.
Hermit, follow after.
The Hermit
To sterven dat is mi nicht leit,
Were ik van binnen bereit,
Were mine Conciencien wol purgert,
De Viant heft mi tentert
Mit menniger Temptacie swar.
Vorbarme di Her openbar,
Ik di bekenne mine Sund,
Wes mi gnedich tor lesten Stund.
To die, that is not difficult for me,
if I were prepared inwardly,
[and] were my conscience well cleansed.
The Devil has tempted me
with many great temptations.
Show mercy, Lord, openly
I admit to you my sins.
Be gracious to me in the last moment.
Death answers the Hermit and turns to the Peasant
Do machst wol danssen blidelik,
Di hort dat hemmelske Rik.
Dat Arbeit, dat du hefst ghedan,
Sal diner Selen lustende stan.
Deden se alle so, it scholde en vromen,
Er scholde nicht vele ovel komen,
Men it wirde mengen sur,
Kom to min Reigen, Veltgebur.

 You may very well dance gladly,
To you belongs the heavenly kingdom.
The work that you have done
shall gladden your soul.
If everybody did so, it would be to much benefit;
there wouldn't be much evil.
But it has become sour for many [people].
Come into my rank, peasant.
The Peasant
Des Dansses neme ik wol Respit,
Noch hebbe ik mine Tyt
Mit Arbeide hen ghebracht,
Unde ghedacht Dach unde Nacht,
Wo ik min Lant mochte begaden,
Dat it mit Vrucht wirde geladen,
To betalen mine Pacht.
Den Dot hebbe ik nicht geacht.

 I would like to put off this dance.
So far I have used all my time on work,
and thought, day and night,
on how to cultivate my field,
so that it could be full of fruit
to pay my farm rent.
I did not pay heed to death.
The End

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