Текст и перевод песни Estampie - Frauenlobs anckelwyse

Frauenlobs anckelwyse

Ich sach in einen garten gan
Altissimus und sine zwolif dinestman
Er sprach zu in: "Ir hern, ich will uch schencken
So einen selderichen tranck
Clar luter fin alz er am summerbirga sprang
Ir lieben gest, damit will ich uch trencken
Trincket ir seldenriches her
Zwar uch getörstet nymmer mer:
Der ein enpfing des tufels ler
Ach tumme welt, daran solt du gedencken."

Johannes gottes minne son
Peter paulus zu aller zit der beste jon
Mathis mathes des selben rich gesclechte
Filip jacop endre symon
Judam judas thomas sant bartholome so schon
Und ich die loben das hette ich vil gut rechte
Ein abendessen da geschach
Gab unser here für ungemach
Eyn wasser her do got selber sprach:
"Ich wasche eure füße myn lieben knechte."

Sant Peter sprach: "das wer nit recht
Ir sint myn here so bin ich aber üwer knecht
It wescht mir nit die füßsse myn daz geloubet."
"Sant Peter das were missefar
Des riches myn so werst du verwiset gar
Myns vaters fröudt würdestu gar beraubet."
Sant Peter sprach: "Owe der pin
Sol ich von dir gescheiden sin
Nit laß du mich drut schopfer myn
Du weschest beide füße und auch das houbet."

Frauenlobs anckelwyse

I saw in a garden walk
Altissimus and his twelve servants
He said to them: "My lords, I want to give you a drink
Such a splendid drink
Clear and pure as it sprang from the summer birga
My dear guests, with it I want to toast you
Drink, my rare lord
For you will never thirst again:
One has received the devil's teaching
Oh foolish world, you should think about that.

John, son of God's love
Peter, Paul, always the best boy
Matthew, Matthew of the same rich lineage
Philip, Jacob, Andrew, Simon
Judas, Judas, Thomas, Saint Bartholomew so handsome
And I praise them, that I had very good right
A supper was held there
Our Lord gave for discomfort
Water there, where God himself spoke:
"I wash your feet, my dear servants."

Saint Peter said: "That would not be right
You are my lord and I am your servant
You do not wash my feet, believe that."
"Saint Peter, that would be wrong
Of my kingdom you would be banished
My father's joy you would be completely deprived of."
Saint Peter said: "Oh the pain
Shall I be separated from you
Do not leave me, my beloved creator
You wash both my feet and my head."