Here goes.
Death. Oh, how cruel his behaviour.
Despite mankind's deep grief
he is deaf to their cries.
He comes boldly and impartially
on his perplexing, powerful course.
He strikes the noble in his palace
Just as the poor, lower ranks.
A deep and terrible wound
to the tender feelings of a mother and father
is the loss of a devout son.
A virtuous , gentle, good son.
The golden characteristics of
the affectionate brother laid
in the cold grave to sleep
when he was only aged twenty one.
May his grieving parents
have the company of the divine sympathiser.
May their hearts be filled
with Christ's lively comforts.
He's the one who grew accustomed
to many kinds of sorrows
when He was in our world serving
in order to comfort mankind.
Told you I was no poet, give me a physics textbook to translate anyday !!!
