Tell me thy maker who should I believe, is It thy man I should believe, or do thy man deceive. In this green field of blossoms that grow, I see the beauty that I love so, is this beauty a truthful sign, or should this beauty I decline, tell me thy maker loud and clear, tell me what I desire to hear. I tell you thy maker say to thee, there is no greater power than thy love I give thee, through thy love I give thee, ye need no man over me, man does not know thus conceive, that all his knowledge heiress from thee. So if thy man wish to lust and deceive, then thy man wish not to believe.