Lorbardo, Queen of the Dwarves is dying. She has passed away from disease.
She’s hardly a century old. To the sad dwarves this really means apologies.
Too many voices lament as the shuddering queen has stopped respiration.
The grieving is immense. The age of Lorbardo has been complete aggression.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem