1. From every flower I gathered a little,
And made for his grave a wreath.

2. I compiled it in a beautiful bouquet,
After I had separated it in detail.

3. So you'd think its whiteness the rays of a planet,
And imagine its redness spilled blood.

4. We were three swords for the battle,
I was the third, defeated.

5. O soul, show me your downfallenness,
For I fear your night will be long.

6. They carried him from a luxurious palace to
An inglorious grave - how mighty the carried!

7. And women certainly sobbed with rancor
Filling the expanses of space with wailing.

8. O you who buried the sharp sword, I see
You've come to answer for what you did.

9. What of the day of panic you shunned?
When you sheathed the polished blade.

10. No, by Him who gave the few courage,
I was neither cowardly nor dastardly!