O nos felices, quamvis sint mortua

O nos felices, quamvis sint mortua nobis
Corpora, formosae cum ferimur dominae!
Fas erit ergo manu nive candidiore teneri
Laudarique tuis, Elsula, blanditiis.
Fas erit illa in se convertere lumina summam
Nata in Ianicii lumina perniciem.
Ergo, quod cuperet viventum turba virorum
Plurima, id occisis contigit alitibus.
O poteras nobis, auceps, eludere vitam
Iamdudum, si mors talis habenda fuit!

Wyniki (angielski) 1:

How happy we, even though they are dead to us,
bodies, beauty, with the feasts of the Lord!
It will be a whiter than the snows of the hand, to be held
laudarique your Elsula, lady.
It will be to turn the lights of the sum of those things in the
light of the destruction of Nata in Ianicii.
Therefore, what he wanted was the living crowd of men to
For many, what happened to the birds killed.
Oh, could we, birds, silly life
long, if it was considered such a death!