non habet unda deos et mater non iusta piae dare debita terrae nec pote cognatos inter humare rogos, sed tua nunc volucres astant super ossa marinae, nunc tibi pro tumulo Carpathium omne marest.
The waves reck naught of gods, and your mother cannot perform the due rite of burial or inter you among the ashes of your kin, but birds of the sea now hover above your bones, now the whole Carpathian sea is your tomb.
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