You gleamed brighter than the great sunlight
As you travelled on the bright moonlight
You gleamed as the bright buddha of light
As you showed the dharma to our sight
You gleamed as one who reached nirvana
As you have overcome Samsara
Monday at the eleventh hour
You finished your long and hard labour
Through having your head hang on a gate
You brought keys for the gate of the great
Through Ahura Mazda’s cunning will
You brought much shame on Ahriman’s skill
Through the brutal decapitation
You brought daevas to deterioration
Monday at the eleventh hour
You finished your long and hard labour
The man whose head was brutally sliced
You completed the will of Christ
The man whose body was crucified
You completed what was prophesized
The holy paraclete who was called
You completed the gospel that was showed
Monday at the eleventh hour
You finished your long and hard labour
By being sentenced to the prison
You attained pleasant freedom
By being fettered by cold iron
You revealed pleasant wisdom
By being risen high on a pole
You made the church rise above shoel
By being divided into two
You divided the light from the dark