Weep not for me, little Children;
For my sadness is my own.
For you a burden it shouldn’t be;
For it is mine, and mine alone.
O sweet Children, weep not for me.
Anger not for me, gentle Mother;
For my enemies are not yours.
Set your indignation running free;
For it is my blood upon the shores.
O sweet Mother, anger not for me.
Fight not for me, loving Father;
The battle’s not yours to win.
Just step aside and you shall see;
I can victor over the best of men.
O sweet Father, fight not for me.
Scream not for me, caring Lover;
This pain is not yours to bear.
To hold my hand is my only plea;
For this is my own dark despair.
O sweet Lover, scream not for me.
Rejoice not for me, beautiful Angels;
Sing not your Heavenly song.
Look not upon me with such glee;
For I am weak while you are strong.
O sweet Angels, rejoice not for me.
I say these things so all may know,
My cross is my own to carry.
So when from this world I finally flee,
Feel not guilt, but please be merry!
O sweet World, be merry for me!