Gabriel fram evene king sent to the maide sweete,
broute hir blisful tiding and fair he gan hir greete:
‘Heil be thu, ful of grace aright!
For Godes son, this heven-light,
for mannes love wil man become and take
fles of thee, maide bright,
manken free for to make of sen and devles might.’
Mildelich him gan andswere the milde maide thanne:
‘Wichewise sold ich bere a child withute manne?’
Th’ angel hir said, ‘Ne dred tee nout;
thurw tholigast sal been iwrout
this ilche thing warof tiding ich bringe;
al manken wurth ibout
thurw thine sweet childinge and ut of pine ibrout.’
Wan the maiden understood and th’ angels wordes herde,
mildelich with milde mood to th’ angel hie andswerde:
‘Ure lords thewe maid iwis
ich am, that heer aboven is.
Anentis me fulfurthed be thi sawe
that ich, sith his wil is,
a maid, withute lawe, of moder have the blis.’
Th’ angel went awei mid than al ut of hire sighte;
hire womb arise gan thurw th’ oligastes mighte.
In hir wes Crist bilok anon,
sooth God, sooth man in fles and bon,
and of hir fles ibore wes at time.
Warthurw us kam good won;
he bout us ut of pine and let him us for slon.
Maiden-moder makeles, of milce ful ibunde,
bid for us him that tee ches, at wam thu grace funde,
that he forgive us sen and wrake,
and clene of evri gelt us make,
and heven-blis, wan ur time to sterve,
us give, for thine sake,
him so heer for to serve that he us to him take.