1. Oh eyes, shed tears copiously, and weep
For the loss that has befallen me and made me melt,

2. A loss that seems to set my soul on fire
When sleep is far off on an uneasy night.

3. Oh eyes! Woe unto you! Gladden me,
For his loss was immense and most profound.

4. His loss weighed heavy on me and shocked me,
For it was grievous, all-encompassing.

5. If a ransom could be accepted to free him,
I would have given my right hand though it be sundered.

6. He always aided us with his call and presence,
And initiated acts of generosity that flowed forth.

7. His hands never ceased giving nor fell short,
And my praise cannot reach where his virtues dwell.