Hoc tumulata iacet pusilla puellula busto,
Adeleid amne sacro quae vocitata fuit.
Huic sator est Karolus,
gemino diademate pollens,
Nobilis ingenio, fortis ad arma satis.
Sumpserat haec ortum prope moenia celsa Papiae,
Cum caperet genitor Itala regna potens;
Sed Rhodanum properans rapta est de limine vitae,
Ictaque sunt matris corda dolore procul.
Excessit, patrios non conspectura triumphos,
Hunc Patris aeterni regna beata tenet.
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Within this sepulcher, a little girl lies buried;
She was called at baptism Adelaide.
Charles was her father, Charles the Mighty,
Noble in wit, intrepid in the midst of arms,
The bearer of two diadems.
She had, near the high walls of Pavia, her birth.
While her powerful sire conquered the Italian Kingdom,
Nearing the Rhone, she was snatched from the threshold of life.
Far distant, her mother's heart was stricken with sorrow.
She died, never beholding the triumph of her father, And in the kingdom now of the Blessed,
The Infinite Father has her.
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