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Carried through many nations and over many seas,

I have come for this sorrowful funeral, brother,

To give you the final gift of the dead

And to address your mute ashes. There will be no reply,

Since fate has stolen you from me.

Poor brother, snatched from me unworthily.

But accept these sad offerings now, which are handed

To the dead, in the ancient custom of our elders,

Much moistened by a brother’s tears.

For now and forever, brother, farewell.