The Charm of the Figwort II

I will cull the figwort,
Of thousand blessings, of thousand virtues,
The calm Bride endowing it to me.
The fair Mary enriching it to me,
The great Mary, aid-Mother of the people.
Came the nine joys,
With the nine waves.
To cull the figwort.
Of thousand blessings, of thousand virtues,
Of thousand blessings, of thousand virtues.
The arm of Christ about me,
The face of Christ before me,
The shade of Christ over me,
My noble plant is being culled —
My noble plant is being culled.

In name of the Father of wisdom, .
In name of the Christ of Pasch,
In name of the Spirit of grace,
Who in the struggles of my death,
Will not leave me till Doom —
Who in the struggles of my death.
Will not leave me till Doom.