Farewell from the world

Of what use is the time still allotted to me?

My heart is dead to all earthly desires,

My spirit is replete with suffering,

All that remains to me is looking forward to death.

You, my enemies, leave off your envy:

My heart has turned away from the honours of a high station,

An excess of pain shall consume me,

Soon hate and contention shall pass with me into the grave.

You friends who remember me lovingly,

Reflect and believe that without strength and good fortune

No good work remains for me to complete.

So do not wish for the return of better times for me,

And since I was sorely tried here on earth,

Beseech God to grant me my portion of eternal peace.