We have soared to this place, all your eaglets, bearing you back with us.
O dead body!
Let the woman weep over her first-born son! The man shall cry, mourning the death of his King, and tears shall appear on his face,
And he shall not be comforted.
Third: Begone from us, O sun! Leave us alone and insult us no longer.
Now the earth turns its face towards night, and you, who stood in your place like a mountain, disappear! You see this, Father!
Look, we reveal him to you, that you may put your mouth on our misery!
Now leave us alone that we may mourn this prey that we hold between our hands.
O King! O King!
Like the Angel that bears the seal of life you rose towards the Unchanging!