If you are watching this, I am dead. I hope that I died in a manner befitting a Klingon warrior and a Starfleet officer, and have entered through the gates of Sto-vo-kor to be reunited with my father and my fallen comrades, including Tasha Yar and Ensign Sito. That being said, I must bid farewell to my friends on the Enterprise.
Captain, I am greatly humbled by the trust you have placed in me. I will never forget your loyalty to me in serving as my cha'dich, and ever since that day I have wished to return the favor. I only wish that more Klingons had half as much honor as you.
Commander Riker, I am very glad that you refused my request to assist in my suicide after my paralyzing injury. You told me the harsh truths I needed to hear, and helped me see that the Klingon way is not always the best way. For the moment, I am alive and I count myself fortunate to be so. And even if you are watching this, you are responsible for every subsequent moment that I got to spend with this crew and my son. I cannot adequately express my gratitude.
Commander Data, I confess that I do not understand your preoccupation with becoming human, as opposed to any other biological species. However, having been surrounded by humans for most of my life, I know what it is like to be different, to seek to understand oneself and one's place in the world. I have complete trust that you will find that understanding without compromising who you already are.
Commander LaForge, I must apologize again for breaking your mandolin. Although I refused to see anything merry in playing Q's game, I now recognize your attempt to lift our spirits through music, which is an ancient Klingon tradition. I admire how you keep your head in any crisis and never stop looking for a solution. You have taught me that logic can be just as noble as passion, and that both must work together to make life better for all of us.
Counselor, I am deeply thankful for your companionship toward me and my son on the ancient west holodeck program. More than that, I can die in peace knowing that you will be a wonderful godmother to Alexander, as his time with his own mother was cut tragically short. He looks up to you and feels safe in your arms. I could ask for nothing more.
Doctor, I am indebted to you for your care towards me when I was paralyzed. Not only did you save my life, but my honor as well. Because of you, my son had more time to spend with his father. You know not only the Klingon body, but the Klingon spirit. I believe that behind every great warrior is a great doctor, helping him live to fight another day.
Ensign Crusher, you have been raised in the finest tradition of service and duty that I know. Wear it proudly, and you will earn the pride of others, as you already have.
I have recorded a separate hologram for my parents, my brother and my son. However, to a warrior, the bond between those who have fought side by side is just as close as family. And so it is with great pleasure that I call you my family. Batlh.* (*It has been an honor.) Lieutenant Worf out.