Let not the wise man glory in his wisdom
Nor the mighty in their might
Nor the rich in their riches
They can take flight
Will who is wise understand this
Whom from the mouth was spoken
Who will declare it
The bells are but a token
Why does the land perish
And non pass through
Left like a wilderness
No-one with a clue
Call for the wailing women
Let them make haste
Eyelids gush with water
Our lands in disgrace
To know him is to love him
His glory above all
Call to him, render our hearts
Save us from the fall.
Some say: where is this One
You speak so much about
Has he gone on holiday
Why does he make us doubt
This is a message to all the tortured souls
Seek him while he can be found
Before the windows close.