1. Patience, my son, for God's relief is noble
On brave souls who to the mercy of the Creator have returned

2. He passed away to God in the bloom of youth and left
Nothing but grief and memories behind

3. Great sorrows lamented him, and could
Any tear shed for the loss of Michael not overflow?

4. For that I recited my elegy and cried in it
The clouds weep for a full moon eclipsed and gone