Anyone who is looking for consolation after misery
Must stand up and set off
On Saint Jacques’ way,
Two pairs of shoes he must have,
A plate and a bottle.
A wide hat he must have
And he must not set off without a coat
Trimmed with leather,
So he may be dry
In the snow, the rain or the wind.
His bag and his stick are his companions,
He lies when he says he has confessed,
Confessed and expiated!
Once in the Frankish kingdom
He will not find a German priest.
He wants to find a German priest
As he cannot know where he might die
Or let his life go away:
If he dies in the Frankish kingdom,
He will be buried by the path.
So we enter the Swiss land,
Where they offer us God’s welcome
And give us their food,
Accomodation and warm shelter,
And they show us the way.
So we enter the Frankish kingdom,
Unknown for our brotherhood,
We must find consolation in misery;
Let us invoke our Lord and Saint Jacques
And our beloved Lady.
There are five mountains in the Frankish kingdom,
Well known to us, pilgrims,
The first one is called Runzevalle,
And when a brother crosses it
His cheeks turn pale.
Saint Jacques forgives pain and guilt.
May our Lord be favourable to us
from his high throne!
Our Lord will reward
Those who serve Saint Jacques.