II
He who lies dead was my father.
Degradation has befallen his flesh.
Why? O, why?
The palace is fouled.
The king insulted, crucified, and abandoned.
The slaves have fled.
And so, after certain days, you
And I too shall lie.
The pride
Shall pass.
Our mouths shall never kiss
Nor our strong arms embrace ...
We too, we too shall die.