Hynke her an myt deyner krucken
Hobble over here with your crutches;|
Your things will succeed now.
The living [people] don't like you;
Death will show you special mercy.
Eyn armer geiler hie ym leben
A poor beggar here in life;|
No one at all is a friend,
but Death will be his friend.
He takes the poor away along with the rich.
This book moves the cripple behind the cook and the peasant.