it decks me only to mock me, this jewelled chain of mine.

it bruises me when on my neck, it strangles me when i struggle to tear it off.

it grips my throat, it chokes my singing.

could i but offer it to your hand, my lord, i would be saved.

take it from me, and in exchange bind me to you with a garland, for i am ashamed to stand before you with this jewelled chain on my neck.