Our dearest brothers, who live after us,
Do not remember us with hardened hearts,
For, if you empathize with our poor souls,
The Lord will give you everlasting thanks.
You see us hanging here, five or six:
Our flesh, glutted in life on vanity,
Long since eaten away or rotted off,
While we yet hang, only bones and ash.
Please do not mock our wretched state,
But pray that God release us all from Hell.

We beg you please take no offense if we,
As sinners and criminals sentenced to death,
Call you our brothers--for as you know, brothers
Are rarely all so wise and sound in judgement.
Since we have passed away, beseech the Son
Of Virgin Mary to forgive on our behalf:
Ask that his rain of grace not leave us dry
Nor let the lightning strike from down below.
We died, no longer tortured by our souls,
But pray that God release us all from Hell.

Eroded, soaked by each torrential storm
Then dried and burned to black by scorching sun.
Ravenous crows have hollowed out our eyes
And plucked our beards and brows completely bare.
Although we're dead we can't sit still and rest:
In changing winds we swing, now here, now there,
Forever blown about against our will,
Perforated through by beaks like needles.
Avoid our fate: do not as we have done,
But pray that God release us all from Hell.

O Jesus, Prince and Master over all,
Extradite us from Hell's jurisdiction:
We want no business there, no debts to pay.
Do not take this lightly, while you still live,
But pray that God release us all from Hell!