1. You veiled yourself, though the light of truth shone bright and clear,
So neither is my heart relieved, nor my efforts prospering here.

2. Your sword in the war against ignorance stays sharp and bare,
While your glance at the state of idleness remains fierce and severe.

3. You disappeared, so no face looks away from error and vice,
And you went missing, so no heart now inclines toward what is right.

4. Beware, beware, for the grave surely has a grip,
When the planks are nailed over you inside it, watertight.

5. Your account is recorded, so forget not the day,
When all your senses will testify to the truth on display.