¡Ay, qué terribles cinco de la manaña!
¡Eran las cinco en todos los relojes!
The call that I awaited came
To bring the news expected,
That burns no more the living flame
Which your good life protected.
At five o'clock this morning, life
Departed, I was told,
The ordeal ended, trauma rife
In its compartment rolled.
Yet, even though the spark has ceased
The shadows keep on looming,
Your influence, which, like a feast
We heirs may keep consuming.
What you bequeath, was not a thing
Of monetary title,
As attachéd attorneys bring
Last testament's recital:
What keepsakes be assignable
We few partition up,
The paltry dregs of life lived well—
To life we raise our cup.
¡Eran las cinco en todos los relojes!
The call that I awaited came
To bring the news expected,
That burns no more the living flame
Which your good life protected.
At five o'clock this morning, life
Departed, I was told,
The ordeal ended, trauma rife
In its compartment rolled.
Yet, even though the spark has ceased
The shadows keep on looming,
Your influence, which, like a feast
We heirs may keep consuming.
What you bequeath, was not a thing
Of monetary title,
As attachéd attorneys bring
Last testament's recital:
What keepsakes be assignable
We few partition up,
The paltry dregs of life lived well—
To life we raise our cup.
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