1. The grave cast its shroud's shadow upon him,
So he rested, full of stabs like a quiver.

2. If his grave knew how many tender thoughts
Poured over it, it would give him back to his friends.

3. My yearning for him the day they said he faded,
Bewildered, from the light in his eyes.

4. The blind eye turned not from guidance
To the guiding light of his world in this life.

5. The blind eye turned not from guidance
To the guiding light of his world in this life.

6. He walked with the days blending their pureness
With his worries and joys and his pains.

7. I conversed with his memory, and time had worn him away.
Woe to the wearing away in the dust of his youth.

8. So I remembered the most beautiful thoughts
That his knowledge, manners and youth evoked in me.

9. Would that the protection I lost him to
Had saved him from the predator's grip.

10. An epoch accompanied him, and his tongue was
The source of delight in the days of his speech.

11. Master of two proofs—knowledge in its evidence,
And a noble character in his manners.

12.
We walked happily with him, as though

13. He strode on yearnings from those who loved him.
In a procession, reciting the tale of his life,

14. So his life walked onward in its trappings.
I looked upon life and found

15. Only talk of a man after his passing.
The soul is with God in His kingdom