Lè wa a pran nouvèl la, sa te twòp pou li. Li moute nan chanm li anwo sou tèt pòtay la pou l' kriye. Antan li prale konsa, li t'ap rele: -Absalon! Absalon, pitit mwen! Absalon! Poukisa se pa mwen ki te mouri nan plas ou! Woy! Absalon, pitit mwen! Absalon, pitit mwen!
And the king was much moved, and went up to the chamber over the gate, and wept: and as he went, thus he said, O my son Absalom, my son, my son Absalom! would God I had died for thee, O Absalom, my son, my son!