Brother men, who after us live on,
Let not your hearts be hardened against us,
For, if you will take pity on our poor souls,
God will the sooner show you his mercy.
You see five or six of us strung up here;
As for the flesh that we too much had fed,
It is long since devoured and rotted away,
And we, the bones, are turning to ash and dust.
Let no one make light of our misfortune;
But pray to God that he absolve us all.

If we call you brothers, then you [ought
Not feel disdain]1, though we were put to death 
Justly. Nevertheless you are aware 
That all men don't have sober good sense.
Plead for us, since we have perished,
Before the son of the Virgin Mary,
That his grace for us may not run dry,
Preserving us from the infernal wrath.
We are dead; let no soul trouble us,
But pray to God that he absolve us all.

We have been soaked and washed by the rain,
And dried and blackened by the sun.
Magpies and crows have dug out our eyes,
And plucked out our beards and our eyebrows.
Never at any time have we been at rest,
Now here, now there, as the wind varies,
It carries us ceaselessly at its pleasure,
More pecked at by birds than a thimble.
Therefore do not be of our brotherhood;
But pray to God that he absolve us all.

Prince Jesus, you who have mastery of all,
Prevent Hell from having dominion over us:
With it we have nothing to do, nor to settle.
Men, here there is no hint of mockery;
But pray to God that he absolve us all.