My Leman is so true
Of love, and full steadfast,
Yet seemeth ever new.
His love is on us cast.
I would that all Him knew
And loved Him firm and fast:
They never would it rue
But happy be at last.

My Leman is so meek,
So courteous, sweet and still;
Full gentle in His speech,
His words are never grille;
But good He wills to each,
Forget He would all ill:
If I flee He will me seek,
With love He will me till.

Outside although He stands
Calling at my gate,
Till Him freeze feet and hands
Stiff as a wooden stake,
He takes nor staff nor wand
With wrath me for to wake;
My love Him binds as bond
If I Him pleasure make.

He lovingly abides
Although I stay full long;
He will me never chide
Although I choose the wrong.
He says — " behold My side
And why on Rood I hung:
For my love leave thy pride
And I thee underfong. "

My Leman hath so spread
His Arms that are so long —
Indeed I have no dread;
He will me underfong.
When I was from Him fled,
On Him He took the wrong;
To death till He was bled
For my love would He hong.

I'll dwell with Thee believe,
Leman, under Thy tree.
May no pain e'er me grieve
Nor make me from Thee flee.
I will in at Thy sleeve
All in Thine heart to be:
Mine heart shall burst and cleave
Ere untrue Thou me see.