1. A hasty people threaten me, yet I have not been empty of that I am
A bride for haste, and for it the Cross is a husband

2. I have not been emptied while time has within it wonders
I live until haste itself threatens me

3. And a rabble among them threatens me with death
Yet for them in glory there is neither branch nor origin

4. And black is haste in prosperity, foxes
When the heroes meet and the nobles differ

5. So if we meet haste there, for us, and for them
From death is there no refuge, no way to evade