La morte [English translation]

Death will come suddenly

It will take your lips and your eyes

It will cover you in a white veil

Falling asleep by your side.

In idleness, in sleep, in battle

It will come without a warning

Death does not fail

It does not play the horn or the drum.

Lady refreshing your beautiful limbs

In the crystal clear spring

Death will not spare you

It will take your breasts and your arms.

Priests, dignitaries and counts

You cried so hard on the doorway

Those who led well their lives

Will badly bear their deaths.

Ragged beggars who shamelessly

wore sackcloth or stood in the pillory

It was not hard for you to leave

Since death was your friend.

Warrior who very proudly

Slaughtered enemies with your lance

From the Orient to France

Causing grief and tears

When meeting the final enemy

Courage or toil are worthless

It's useless to pierce her heart

Since death never dies.