The young man

Der Werlde Lust mi nu smaket,
Do hefst de Tyt ovel raket,
Du kumpst slikende her geghan,
Unde wult mi in din Nette beslan.
De Werlde mi lavet Heil,
Bedrucht se mi, so is se feil.
Wike wech, late mi ruseleren,
Int Older wil ik mi bekeren.

I can taste the temptations of the world now.
You have chosen the time badly.
You come here, sneaking,
and want to catch me in your net.
The world has promised me luck,
and if it disappoints me, then it's deceitful.
Go away, let me have fun,
I my older days, I'll convert.

In der Nacht der Deve Gank
Slikende is min Ummewank,
En junk Man sik bi Tiden ker
To Gade, sin Luste dregen her.
Hir is nene blivende Stat,
Haddestu west der Werlde hat,
Were di beter, unde er minne,
Junkvrow, mit di ik danssen beghinne.

In the night the thieves walk.
I sneak around.(1)
A young man [should ]in [good] time turn himself
to God; his own lusts deceive him.
Here is no continuing city(2).
Had you been hated by the world,
it would be better for you than its love.(3)
Maiden, I'm beginning to dance with you.