What, brethren, are the dying’s bitter words, which, when they go, they say? I from the brethren parted am, I quit and leave you all, O friends. Then where I go I do not know, and how I shall be there know not: God only knows, who calleth me. But make ye my memorial with the song, the Alleluia.
Then where now go the souls? then how now fare they there? I long to learn the mystery; but none sufficient is to tell. Do they remember their own things, as we remember them? or have they us forgotten who are left, who them lament and make the song, the Alleluia.
Accompany the dead, O friends, and to the grave with heed hie ye, and muse ye there in thoughtful wise, and your own feet prepare: all youthfulness is cast therein, all vigour fadeth there: there dust and ashes are, and worms: there all is silence, and none saying Alleluia.
Lo, now we see him lying, but to us no presence is of him: behold, the tongue now silent is, and, lo, already cease the lips. Farewell, O friends, O children; be ye saved, O ye brethren, O acquaintance, be ye sav’d; for I depart my way. But make ye my memorial with the song, the Alleluia.
Not one of those who there hath gone doth live again to tell to us how they, our brethren once and kinsfolk, fare who there have come before the Lord. Therefore, we oft, yea, ever say, Do they each other there behold? do they a brother see? do they together say the psalm, the Alleluia?
We go the everlasting way in mien as them that are condemn’d, with faces all cast down. Then where is beauty? where is wealth? then where the glory of this life? Nothing of these shall help us there, even to say ofttimes the psalm, the Alleluia.
Why in untimely wise disquietest thou thyself, O man? one hour, and all is gone; for there in hades no repentance is, nor any further pardon there: the never-dying worm is there, all there is dark and gloomy land, where I must come to be condemn’d. For I have not ofttimes made speed to say the psalm, the Alleluia.
Nothing so soon forgotten is by man as man when he is gone; for, if we do remember for a time, we straightway death forget, when absent is the dead. And parents even every child forget, that, of the womb begot, they nourish’d have, and have with tears accompanied with the song, the Alleluia.
I remind you, O my brethren, and my children, and my friends, that ye forget me not when ye beseech the Lord. I pray, I ask, I make entreaty that ye keep these words in memory, and bewail me day and night. I speak to you as Job did to his friends, O sit ye down to say again the Alleluia.
Forsaking all things we depart, and naked and abhorrent we become; for comeliness doth fade away as grass, but only do we men delude ourselves. Thou naked, wretched one, wast born, and altogether naked there shalt stand! Then be not prodigal in life, O man; but only always sigh with wailing, Alleluia.