Thou gavest him joys to taste but not to drink; the glory of empire passed before his eyes like the madness of a dream.

With tears and with prayers to thee he took up his load, with happiness he laid it down.

Where his forefathers went, thither he has followed, nor can he return to us.

Our fire is an ash and our lamp is darkness.

Those who wore his purple before him bequeathed to him the intolerable weight of rule, and he in his turn bequeaths it to another.