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Regenbogen tagewise

Ein edel fürste boten sante dâ sich sîn reiner muot hin wante
Ze einer kiuschen meide clâr. Sant Gabriêl der kam aldar
Und sprach alsô:
'Got grüez dich, werde maget reine, dir biut ein edel fürste alleine
Den sînen gruoz sô rehte fin. Er wil dîn holder friedel sîn.'
Diu meit was frô.
Dô sprach diu juncfrou tugentlich: 'Wer ist der edel früste rîch,
Der boten zu mir sendet?
Also mit cluogen worten sliuz ich im ûf die porten,
Sîn wille der ist vollendet.'
Diu meit, diu liez den fürste in.
Wahter, nu sich zem fenster ûz, ob du icht sechst des tages schîn.
Der fürste bî der maget lac wol vierzic wochn und einen tac.
Dô wart der alte got ein kint, dô stuont ein esel und ein rint:
Sie bliesn in an.
In armout got geboren wart, in armout wuohs der fürste zart,
Biz er ze drîzic jâren kam und er den touf an sich genam,
Als erz besan.
Die valschen juden in lêrten daz und wist der edel fürste baz
Waz sie vor im gejâhen:
Dar um daz er dâ wider was, sie truogen ûf in grôzen haz,
Begunden sêre versmâhen.
Alsô leit got sîn êrste pîn:
Wahter, nu sich zem fenster ûz, ob du icht sechst des tages schîn.
Als got die marter an sich nam, dô wurden im die juden gram
Dem edelen fürsten alsô fin. Sie sluogen in an die wangen sîn
Daz es erbal.
Und spîten sîn antlütze clâr daz er wart bermiclich gevar,
Der edel fürste alsô zart. Sie fuorten in ein swinde vart
Mit grôzem schal.
Sie fuorten in vil vesten dâ sie Pylâtum westen,
Sie schriuwen algemeine:
Riht über disen zouberer, erfülle, herre, der juden ger,
Der grôzen und der cleinen.'
Pilâtus sprach: 'daz sol niht sîn.'
Wahter, nu sich zem fenster ûz, ob du icht sechst des tages schîn.
Der juden clage diu war sô grôz daz ez Pylâtô sêre verdrôz.
Er sprach: 'welt irz niht anders hân, sô nemt den alten Barraban
Al zuo dem tôt.'
Sie sprâchen: 'Barrabân sol leben, Jhêsum wel wir zem tôde geben.
Sin bluot daz gè übr unser kint und alle juden swâ die sint
In grôzer nôt.'
Alsô leit got sîn ander pîn, sie bunden im die hende sîn
Umb eine sûle vesten.
Mit besemen und mit ruoten dô sluogen sie den guoten:
Wie wol sie daz geluste!
Got nam manc tûsend wunden hîn.
Wahter, nu sich zem fenster ûz, ob du icht sechst des tages schîn.
Man bant im umbe ein nidereleit. Got ûf daz criuze wart geleit,
Sie sluogen im durch die hende sin gar stumpfe nagel îserîn,
Vil mangen slac.
Diu marter diu was im niht süeze dar zuo sîn reinen clâren füeze
Die wurdn im alsô hart durchslagen. Sünder, hilf gotes marter clagen
Die wîl du mac.
Uf huoben sie des criuzes want und liezenz vallen ûz der hant
Dâ nider zuo der erden.
Sie triben ir gelechter grôz, dô got ûz sînen wunden gôz
Sîn reinez bluot sô werde.
Sünder, nim gotes marter in.
Wahter, nu sich zem venster ûz, ob du icht sechst des tages schîn.
Uf huoben sie daz criuze zart, diu erde erbidemt ûf der vart,
Diu sunne barc ir liehten schîn, die steine rizzen gein der pîn
Und von der nôt.
Dô kam ein blinder heiden her ze gote mit einem scharpfen sper,
Er stach im abe daz herze sîn. Daz bluot gap im des tôdes schîn,
Der mensch was tôt.
Mariâ muoter clagt ir nôt, dô sie ir liebez kint sach tôt
Hôch an dem criuze hangen.
Daz bluot uz sînen wunden gienc, in iren slôwer sie daz vienc
Und truct ez an ir wangen
Und an ir zertez mundellin.
Wahter, nu sich zem venster ûz, ob du icht sechst des tages schîn.
Sünder, sich gotes marter an, ich meine iuch frouwen unde man.
Gedenkt an got ze aller zît und seht wiez umb die sünde lit
Und lâzent abe.
Von sünden solt ir alzît lazzen, schand unde laster solt ir hazzen,
Sol iuch in herzen wesen leit, ê daz man iuch zer kirchen treit
Und zuo dem grabe.
Gots lîchnam und sîn reinez bluot daz mache uns unser ende guot
Und kum uns hie ze trôste,
Daz wir uns unser sünde erclagen; sô wirtz uns dort vil schône tagen
Und leben mit den frôsten.
Dâ wel wir gotes kinder sin.
Wahter, nu sich zem venster ûz, ûf gienc des liehten tages schîn

Rainbow Days

A noble prince sent messengers to where his pure heart yearned,
To a chaste and fair maiden. Saint Gabriel arrived there
And spoke thus:
'God greet thee, pure maiden, a noble prince offers you alone
His greeting so truly fine. He desires to be your loving sweetheart.'
The maiden was joyful.
Then the virtuous maiden spoke: 'Who is the noble, wealthy prince,
Who sends messengers to me?
Thus with wise words I unlock the gates for him,
His will is fulfilled.'
The maiden let the prince in.
Watchman, look out the window, if you see any sign of the day.
The prince lay with the maiden for forty weeks and one day.
Then the old god became a child, then stood a donkey and an ox:
They breathed upon him.
Born in poverty, the gentle prince grew in poverty,
Until he reached thirty years and received baptism,
As he had begun.
The false Jews learned of this, and the noble prince knew better
What they confessed before him:
Because he opposed them, they bore great hatred toward him,
And began to scorn him greatly.
Thus God suffered his first pain:
Watchman, look out the window, if you see any sign of the day.
When God took the torture upon himself, the Jews became angry
With the noble prince so fine. They struck him on his cheeks
So that it swelled.
And spat on his clear face, so that he became pitifully disfigured,
The noble and gentle prince. They led him on a swift journey
With great clamor.
They led him to a strong place where they knew Pilate,
They all shouted:
Judge this sorcerer, fulfill, lord, the desire of the Jews,
Of the great and the small.'
Pilate said: 'That shall not be.'
Watchman, look out the window, if you see any sign of the day.
The Jews' complaint was so great that it greatly vexed Pilate.
He said: 'If you will not have it otherwise, then take the old Barabbas
To death.'
They said: 'Barabbas shall live, Jesus we will give to death.
His blood shall be upon our children and all Jews wherever they are
In great need.'
Thus God suffered his second pain, they bound his hands
Around a pillar firmly.
With brooms and with rods they then beat the good one:
How well they enjoyed it!
God took many thousand wounds there.
Watchman, look out the window, if you see any sign of the day.
They bound a crown of thorns around him. God was laid upon the cross,
They drove through his hands very blunt iron nails,
Many a blow.
The torture was not sweet to him, and his pure, clear feet
Were also pierced so harshly. Sinner, help lament God's suffering
While you can.
They lifted the cross's beam and let it fall from their hands
Down to the earth.
They uttered their great laughter, as God poured from his wounds
His pure and worthy blood.
Sinner, take God's suffering into yourself.
Watchman, look out the window, if you see any sign of the day.
They lifted the gentle cross, the earth trembled on the path,
The sun hid its bright light, the stones cracked from the pain
And from the need.
Then came a blind heathen to God with a sharp spear,
He pierced his heart. The blood gave him the appearance of death,
The man was dead.
Mary, mother, laments her need, as she saw her dear child dead
Hanging high on the cross.
The blood flowed from his wounds, in her grief she caught it
And carried it on her cheeks
And on her torn lips.
Watchman, look out the window, if you see any sign of the day.
Sinner, behold God's suffering, I mean you, women and men.
Think of God at all times, and see how it suffers for sin
And let it go.
You should always abandon sins, you should hate shame and vice,
Should sorrow be in your hearts, before you are carried to the church
And to the grave.
God's body and his pure blood may make our end good
And come here to comfort us,
So that we may lament our sins; then we shall have beautiful days there
And live with the joyful ones.
There we shall be God's children.
Watchman, look out the window, the light of day has risen.