Part the first, o Liutward, has reached its end along a narrow path. After the earth quaked, and the wretched abyss, sing a melody of joy and a habitation becoming a saint, and direct your eyes to meditate the King of Heaven, until you are considered worthy to climb to Jerusalem on high, whence you will scorn the blows that once cut you and will rejoice with your King here crucified. Part the second will resplend with flowers in spreading fields.
