12-Syllable Funerary Poem

This life is vain…

In vain do you race, O man,

in this life?

Short-lived in this world, long are the

ages

of the world beyond; what kind of joy

can be nourished?

Shun therefore to live in joy. May you

desire

the great Lord, before the hour comes

upon you

and the creator finds you unprepared,

confess

in fervent penance, for God wishes.

Do not listen to Beliar (the Devil); rather

listen and run

with eagerness, cry out, for the only

compassion he has given you in his own

Kingdom,

the undying one unto all ages…