Literal Translation of the Poems
Through you has much evil been done.
I have learnt by its appearance that it is due to you.
Much evil shall follow therefrom
for the people of Mani and of Ferb.
My heart is broken on this account
at the sight of your bed of death.
A curse on the hand that has cut you to pieces
and has brought you to an evil bed.
Many are the maidens to whom you shall give sorrow,
many ladies—that you, oh marvellously skilful youth,
art dead.
Many are the assemblies who shall lament for you
and because you are missing, you alone.
You were till now beautiful,
with your young dogs at the chase;
lofty was your mind,
on account of the beauty of your handsome form.
You are ugly now,
pale are your hands,
Methinks that woe should be to him who will not
lament,
your head is off your body.
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