This holy monk, this abbot him mean I, His tongue out caught, and took away the grain; And he gave up the ghost full softëly. And when this abbot had this wonder seen, His saltë tearës trickled down as rain: And groff 3842 he fell all flat upon the ground, And still he lay, as he had been y-bound.

The convent 3843 lay eke on the pavëment Weeping, and herying 3844 Christ’s mother dear. And after that they rose, and forth they went, And took away this martyr from his bier, And in a tomb of marble stonës clear Enclosed they his little body sweet; Where he is now, God lene 3845 us for to meet.