Skapaður í mynd manns í líki karls og
Konu tvöföld var sú synd hans sgaði hans
Sonur ekki hryggja heldur sefa mín lífs-
Speki alltaf rétt ?
Betra er að þiggja en gefa sagði sá ríki og
Öll hans stétt ég sem kenndi hér svo margt
En engin nam það á mig fékk en ég lærði
Að lífið hér var hart enda var ég það sem á
Krossinum hékk heiðarlegur einfari það var ég það ég sver
En hinn breiði vegur var greiðfærari hann geng ég og krossinn ber
Alla tíð
Eilíft stríð
Sát mín þverr
Engin sér

Created in the image of mankind
In the form of a man and a woman
Double was his sin said his son
For all of eternity a never-ending war
My soul leaves no one sees don't deject but soothe
My philosophy, always correct?
It is better to accept than to give
said the rich one and all his class
I who taught here so many things
but no one listened - that troubled me
but I learnt that life here was hard
after all, it was I who hung on the cross
An honest loner, that was I, that I swear
but the broad road was easier to pass
that road I walk and the cross I bear