1. The elegist's voice struck my ears,
So I bent over the embers of affliction.

2. The bereavement broke me at dawn
Mourning the noble scion and root.

3. The brightest jewel of the honored house,
Noble in spirit, character and nature.

4. What a catastrophe without compare
That shook me, too immense for endurance.

5. It drew my eyes to shed their tears
And drew my innermost self to depths of grief.

6. When I began a letter of condolence
The first droplets of tears blurred what I wrote.