Dear inheritors, for our dear forbears’ sake and for our dear freedom’s sake, a thousand times bid I to you.¹
Oh dear ones, let not the eye of a pope-cap never over this scripture no way.
They speak sweet words but they undermine, unnoticed, all of what concerns us Frisians.
To win rich provender, they conspire with popish kings.
These wit that we are their greatest enemies, for we dare to speak to their people of freedom, right and princely duties.⁵
Therefore, they have destroyed all which comes from our forbears and which yet remains of our old customs.
Oh dear ones, I have been with them at court.
If Wralda will suffer and allow, and if we will not make ourselves strong, they will destroy us altogether.
Written at Liuwert, eighthundred and three years after Christ’s begetting.
Liko surnamed Ovira Linda ¹⁰