The emperor

Her keyser stolt edel vnde mechtichlik
vp erden hebbe gy ghehad dat hemmelrik
eyn gud walstalt wiff dar thu perde schone
nu legghet neder snellik dy guldene krone
haldet jw thu den dodendantze bereyt
gy muthen met es sy iw lyff edder leyd

Mr Emperor - proud, noble and mighty.
On Earth you have had the Paradise.
A good, beautiful wife - and furthermore lovely horses.
Now lay down quickly your golden crown.
Keep yourself prepared for the dance of death.
You must along - whether you find it good or sad.

Och jhesu criste barmhertige got
ik muth steruen des dodes ed ys neyn spoth
vnde gan an dessen dantz der druffheit
vorlaten alle (der) werlde frolickeit
hyr dencken..........dy sund......
unde help......... doet........

Oh Jesus Christ, merciful God.
I shall die the death - this is no joke -
and go to this dance of sadness -
leave all the frolic of the world.
Think here.................
and help......... Death........