Name der Rose [English translation]

“Every creature on Earth

is thus, like a book and a picture,

a mirror for us.”

Every creature of the world,

like a book and a picture,

is as a mirror to us:

of our life, of our death,

of our state, of our fate,

(it is) a faithful representation.

Our condition is painted by the rose,

a fitting gloss of our state,

a reading of our life,

Which flourishes during the early morning,

from a deflowered bud the flower blooms forth,

growing old at evening.