Classic Poem

My sun was eclipsed,
The light of my eyes obscured,
The day was to me the darkest night,
And the light of the stars was covered.

The spring became to me the roughest winter,
The summer was snowy,
The seasons were changed for me
And the freezing air struck me.

The sweet was bitter,
And my food became ashes,
My flesh, stuck to my bones, was dried,
My tongue in my mouth was dried.

When my beautiful boy died
My breath was gathered, my lips were bound,
When this my pretty boy died
My life was equal to the earth.

When this, my peacock and lamb, died,
My brain turned and was lost,
When this, my dearest little one, flew
My mouth was hushed, my ear was deaf.

When this joyful plant faded
My foot was broken, my arm burst,
All my body was brought to dust,
And with my boy was bowed to the ground.

Yet let me thank God,
Who received him with the holy boys.
O my God, receive the soul of my little one
And place him at rest in the bright heaven!