I've trekked through many a nation, weathered many an ocean,
To come at last for this last rite of pa**ing,
To offer you, dead brother, the last gifts of the living,
To speak in vain at your unspeaking ashes
Since bitter fortune barred me, stole you to a shade,
Poor brother, cruelly taken from my life.
So now in sorrow, now in custom of our fathers
I bring these meager offerings of mine,
Small gifts damp with a brother's tears. Accept them, and this
Now and forevermore: hello, goodbye.