1. Farewell, O noble King,
Your journey nears, the path made clear,

2. The ships will carry you to a realm,
Like this realm, but endless years,

3. A throne not reached by death,
A crown upon your head unbowed,

4. Can such a face know sunset?
Yes, and roses too must fade,

5. Weep then, o lofty minarets,
Though plentiful, tears are few,

6. Yesterday you sang him glories,
Today your tune is a dirge.

7. I heard the guns of sorrow roar,
And said unto my friends, news grand,

8. I saw the flags at half mast,
Shortened against the empty sky,

9. Like hearts in their despair,
As if their poles were bent awry,

10. And redness stained their tears,
Down some cheeks beginning to spill.

11. Gently, o departing convoy,
Something hastens your leave,

12. You go with one dreams accompany,
To his abode, minds follow,

13. You move in palaces of glory,
To arrive at the most glorious palace.

14. Noble with the coffin through the realm,
As he had walked in life days prior,

15. If that could quell the soul’s anguish,
The anguish would be no more.

16. The Thames wept for its redeemed lord,
The Nile answered, pyramids and shore,

17. The sea gate ran dry,
The land's plains barren and bare,

18. The mermaids there sigh,
The coursers neigh,

19. Wheels differ not in their core,
Though their shapes vary and roll.

20. Stunning were the calamities they faced,
No wonder, such events appall.

21. Edward spent his glory days,
Leaving behind eternal glory.

22. If his nation griev
es him for a time,

23. For the likes of him, the world is in mourning
If his life was cut short,

24. Our sorrow is prolonged.
Though the pigeon reaches great heights,

25. The floods still submerge the hills.
Is there among kings, one his equal?

26. No, by God, he has no equal.
Peace will remember him when

27. Its foundations crumble and lean.
Politics will recite his feats when

28. Doubt clouds its proofs, and paths meander.
Capitals will seek him but not find him,

29. For the capital of eternity is his abode.
O father of the free, no freeman forgets you,

30. Their youth and their elders esteem you.
You raised their edifice and marched with them,

31. As the lion is followed by its cubs.
The nations call you from every land,

32. If only you could hear what they say.
They confide in you, their hoped guardian,

33. Their refuge when wrath and discord play.
On this day, heads bowed down,

34. Like roses, when frailty makes them sway.
God's peace be upon you Edward,