May he die with no joy at his end, The man who won't be troubled To unlock the keys of his heart and make a friend.
The man who glories in his luck may be overthrown by destiny.
High honors are sweet To a man's heart, but ever They stand close to the brink of grief.
To a father growing old nothing is dearer than a daughter.
Never say that marriage has more of joy than pain.
Light be the earth upon you, lightly rest.