Requiem aeternam dona eis Domine
et lux perpetua luceat eis.

Nymphes des bois, déesses des fontaines,
Chantres expers de toutes nations,
Changez voz voix fort clères et haultaines
En cris tranchantz et lamentations,
Car Atropos très terrible satrape
Vostr'Ockeghem a trappé
Vray trésorier de musique et chef d’oeuvre,
Doct élégant de corps et non point trappe,
Grant dommage est que la terre le coeuvre.

Accoutrez vous d’abitz de deuil,
Josquin, Pirchon, Brumel, Compère,
Et plorez grosses larmes d’oeuil,
Perdu avez vostre bon père.
Requiescat in pace.
Amen.

Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord,
and let perpetual light shine upon them.

Wood-nymphs, goddesses of the fountains,
Skilled singers of every nation,
Turn your voices, so clear and lofty,
To piercing cries and lamentation
Because Atropos, terrible satrap,
Has caught your Ockeghem in her trap,
The true treasurer of music and master,
Learned, handsome and by no means stout.
It is a source of great sorrow that the earth must cover him.

Put on the clothes of mourning,
Josquin, Pirchon, Brumel, Compère,
And weep great tears from your eyes,
For you have lost your good father.
May he rest in peace.
Amen