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Anglo-Irish poems of the Middle Ages: The Kildare Poems (Author: [unknown])

Poem 9

Christ on the Cross

{MS fol 28r}

    1. 1] Be-hold to thi Lord, man, whare He hangith on rode,
      And weep, if thou might, teris al of blode.
      And loke to is heued with thornis al be-wonde,
      And to is felle so bispette and to the sper is wnde.
      5] Bi-hold to is brest nakid, and is blodi side,
      Stiuiith is armis that sprad beth so wide.
      His fair lere falowith, and dimmith is sighte,
      Ther-to is hendi bodi on rode so is y-tighte.
      His lenden so hangith as cold as marbre stone,
      10] For luste of lechuri nas ther neuer none.
      Be-hold to is nailes in hond and ek in fote,
      And how the stremis ernith of is swet blode.
      Be-ginne at is heued and loke to is to:
      Thou ne findest in is bodi bot anguis and wo.
      15] Turne Him uppe, turne Him downe, thi swete lemman,
      Quer al thou findist Him blodi other wan.
    2. 'Leue, for the mi brest nakid schinith, glisniing.
      Mi side dep istunge, mi hondes sore bleding.'
    3. {MS fol 28v}
    4. 'Man, thou hast the forlor and ful neith to helle ibor.
      20] Wend a-ye and com to me and Ich wol underfang the.
      For first Ich makid the of noght, and sith dere the iboght,
      Whan Ich mi lif yef for the and ihang was on tre.'
    5. 'Man, bi-hold what Ich for the tholid up the rode tre.
      Ne mai no kinnes wo be mare than min was, tho Ich heng thare.
      25] Hire me, man, to the gredind, for loue of the biter deiand.
      Loke mi pinis biter and strang, wan Ich was nailed throgh fot and hond.'
      'For the Ich ad hard stundis, dintes grete and sore wondes.
      For the biter drink Ich dronk, and thou cunnest me no thonk.
      With-vte Ich was ipinid sore, with-in Ich was mochil more.'
      30] ‘For thou nelt thonk me the loue that Ich schowid the’.

[Latin prose occurs before lines 1, 17, 19, 23 and at the end of the poem, this is not included.]