Liberated from fettered mortal coil
Which binds us to this weary world of toil
The dewy soil exhales a sweet farewell
Behold, fate is sure – Hark, hear the knell!

O’er gentle trickling brooks that nurture life
On winged faith, depart relentless strife
Effervescent flight among clouds once yearned
A foreign realm, no traveller returns

Dear friend, hear not our mourning far below?
With haloed light your memory bestowed
In shame and sorrow do we all lament
With flowers, tears, and prayers we do repent

Oh, curse the wicked serpent of the blade!
Seductress to the everlasting *****