1. Death seems to have struck my qualities
And bent me until my channels were chipped

2. I turned to the layers of earth as my address
To the one I was absent from, my attributes

3. What a surprise from my long heedlessness and neglect
And what is coming inevitably comes

4. The anklets of death are heading to the one you see
Accompanying the spirits morning and evening

5. And how many great ones, their days
Did not wait for their brains

6. I saw his close ones hastily scooping with their palms
The earth's soil over him competing

7. And over him stood canopies of his women
Crying, wailing, confined