Lord, what does this ground bear

Lord, what does this ground bear,

Which you moisten so bitterly?

Thorns, dear heart, for me,

And for you fair flowers."

Ah, where such brooks run,

Can a garden there thrive?

Yes, and know this! A variety

of garlands will one weave there!"

Oh, my Lord, for whose adornment

Are these garlands wound? Speak!

Those of thorns are for me,

Those of flowers I offer you."