Come, O thou traveler unknown, whom still I hold but cannot see
My company before is gone, and I am left alone with thee
With thee all night I mean to stay, and wrestle til the break of day.

In vain you struggle to get free – I never will unloose my hold.
Art thou the man that died for me? The secret of thy truth unfold.
Wrestling, I will not let thee go until thy name, thy nature know.