To see these lyrics in the original Latin, click here.

When he goes to a funeral,
A melancholic man frets
Because he remembers "Tomorrow to you" and is afraid,
He wonders how
His survivors will make a living
Without his wisdom.
He shouldn't worry.
Clothed in tattered black
Never again will anyone be,
And never again will anyone weep,
Because when the earth is laid waste
And all the cities are burnt up,
No one will remain to grieve for him.

And all will depart together at long last.
How comforting that is to know!
Bereavement then will come
To all who live on Earth.
All will depart together at long last.

All will depart together at long last,
Suffused with shining flame,
Struck down from the sky;
Like a torch, the Earth will burn,
And all will depart together at long last.

All will fry together in the end.
The seas will turn to vapor.
Never again will anyone know hardship.
The Earth will become a frying-pan,
Where all will fry together in the end.

Then they will cry out once,
And forever after be silent.

All will roast together in the end.
Though no one will remain to eat it,
The meat will be readied for dinner
In innumerable chunks.
All will roast together in the end.

All will parch together at long last.
No one will be left to weep for the wine.
It will boil away in the cellars.
Blood will boil, too.
All will parch together at long last.

All will be sent to Minos so fast
That the judge will not be able to rest for an age.

And all will depart together at long last.
Throughout the world death will blow on the wind.
By dust they shall become dust.
That dust will be tossed by the wind.
All will depart --
Oho! All will depart! --
All will depart together at long last.

Back to the Carmina Popularia home page