1. Does the young man have a refuge from the days of fate?
Or does he have an escape from the dove of death?

2. They made me a man though I was not weaned from dishevelment,
And clothed me in garments not my own.

3. They carried me and asked which man is this?
And walked me as though I were a worn rug.

4. They sent their best young men
To carry my coffin boards in the dust.

5. Be easy, do not grieve for me,
Since our wealth is for the heir who remains.

6. It is as though fate cast me down from glory
With penetrating arrows without feathers or notches.