1. Sorrow kneaded you in her dark bowl,
And misfortune baked you in her fiery ovens.

2. The flames availed you nothing, their burning was in vain,
And grief refused your company.

3. You walk as one lost, night-blinded, exhausted,
Battling relentlessly, worn down by fatigue.

4. The sighing question chose you early on,
And sadness draped itself about your soul.

5. The groaning answer smoldered, its flames unquenched,
Fueled by bitterness’s glowing embers.

6. And the grief of exile gave you poison to drink
While shadows stumbled over your fading light.

7. Your heart grew old before your head, o youth,
Ever since burdens weighed heavily upon you.

8. You are the outcast, doom crouches over you,
And sorrows have taken root along your path.

9. You hid your tears in the gloaming of woe
Until, constrained, they complained of your restraint.

10. Much death you drank from the cups of havoc
While shadows erased the marks of your being.

11. Endless disasters have destroyed you,
And the open plains denied you a grave.

12. You were no child of life, for it
Had hid you away in its barren bosom.

13. Arise, your death was appointed at birth,
Perhaps your demise is what the elegy desires.