1. My friends have left, but bitterness lingers on,
Remaining after the mourners have gone.

2. Do not go far, for all that lives must perish,
And for each fading life, a term is set.

3. The best were none but his father and uncle,
And each people has its leaders and best.

4. They do not surrender their neighbor in misfortune,
But are neighbors to those who dread misfortune.

5. And I say in sorrow, tried as we are by it,
While copious tears moisten my cloak,

6. For those burying the brother of generosity and bounty,
By God, the stones have guaranteed you nothing.

7. When they set out in the tenderest dawn,
Like the moon whose rain is sought,

8. My soul almost ruptured with grief
When the morning excursion became but a tomb visit.

9. May God pray upon you from one with a grave,
The houses emptied for him, now desolate ruins,

10. And give you to drink from the starry Pleiades,
From which pours a constant, flowing spring.