Sol 5.6

  1. Come, you two, console me before the mourning of the mourners,

    and before the soul rises above the ribs;

  2. before tomorrow—alas, how my soul grieves at tomorrow,

    when my companions depart and I am not to depart;

  3. when my companions leave, their tears overflowing,

    and I am left in a grave-niche, my covering slabs laid over me.

  4. They say, “Have you made it fit for your brother?”

    Yet the grave-niche in the open ground is no fitting place.

Sol 5.6