Old English lyrics:
The sunnes cours, we may well kenne
Ariseth est and goth down west
The rivers into the see they renne
And it is never the more almest
Windes rosheth here and henne
In snow and rain is non arrest
Whon this woll stunte who wot, or whenne
But only god on grounde grest?
The erthe in oon is ever prest
Now bedropped, now all drye
But uche gome glit forth as a gest
This world fareth as a fantasye
Modern English translation:
The arc of the sun, as we all well know
Rises in the east and descends in the west
Into the sea the rivers run
Yet it almost never overflows
The winds rush hither and thither
In endlessly driving snow and rain
Who knows where all this will end, or when
Except for god who graces the plain?
The earth is constantly pressed into unity
Sometimes dripping wet, other times dry
But each man walks here only as a guest
This world fares well as a fantasy
The sunnes cours, we may well kenne
Ariseth est and goth down west
The rivers into the see they renne
And it is never the more almest
Windes rosheth here and henne
In snow and rain is non arrest
Whon this woll stunte who wot, or whenne
But only god on grounde grest?
The erthe in oon is ever prest
Now bedropped, now all drye
But uche gome glit forth as a gest
This world fareth as a fantasye
Modern English translation:
The arc of the sun, as we all well know
Rises in the east and descends in the west
Into the sea the rivers run
Yet it almost never overflows
The winds rush hither and thither
In endlessly driving snow and rain
Who knows where all this will end, or when
Except for god who graces the plain?
The earth is constantly pressed into unity
Sometimes dripping wet, other times dry
But each man walks here only as a guest
This world fares well as a fantasy