1. Tell the mother of sons, my death is near
Weep for me, under the howdah, beneath the canopies

2. And don the black robes that will shroud my clothes
Above them a badge, bright like a lamp's glow

3. And raise for me, on the camel litter, my banner
A sign for the lost, while night's still aglow

4. And bury me rolled in my cloak in a hollow
Of death, where I'm safer than those down below