1. I yearn for one whose welfare would comfort me,
I pine in vain - no solace comes from death.

2. They bore him to a grave encircled by
A following of awe and leave-taking.

3. His native land enfolded him within -
As though he were the heart and it the ribs.

4. O homeland! Your great ones in your earth are gone.
Had shame deterred, they never would have sold.