Farewell then, you valiant brother's heart,
We now part from you with deep pain,
That which has fallen prey to dust we lower [into the earth],
And miners' tears fall upon your grave.
 
You lived according to the true manner of miners,
You dared to make many a bold descent,
You swung many a good miner's blow
And brought much noble ore up into daylight.
 
Your hammer rests, your miners' toolkit lies in repose,
And we stand about you now in deep pain,
It was your parting hour that tolled,
For your works spoke: It is enough.
 
Truly, it is well for anyone who thus departs thence
From hearth and home when his shift is over.
Who cannot regret, anxious about punishment,
The journey through the tunnels of this life.
 
Now slumber gently, as the Lord commanded,
Until you awaken in the more beautiful dawn,
For only barren ore remains in the dark abode,
But the gold is excavated by the Great Miner.