Friend, shall we wrap ourselves in cowls

Friend, shall we wrap ourselves in cowls,

And leave the world to him it may delight?

Then, secretly, we'll knock at every door:

"Give to a poor monk for Jesus' sake."

O beloved Father, you must come later,

When we have taken the bread out of the oven.

O beloved Father, just come again later,

One of my daughters lies sick in bed.

And if she is sick, let me go to her,

Lest she die without last ministration.

And if she is sick, let me look after her,

That she may confess her sins to me.

Close door and window, that no one will disturb us

While I hear the poor child's confession!