1. My footsteps faltered as I ascended,
The passing of treacherous time has failed.

2. And my hand became accustomed to the staff,
After carrying the withered dark one.

3. I walk with weakness and bent over,
Like the defeated hunter’s walk with his staff.

4. As if I did not walk on the day of battle,
To the fight of the brave hero.

5. And I did not pierce through the army, fearing no harm,
Like impending fate.

6. So look what time has done to me,
Despite its length, I gained no advantage.

7. Oh what sorrow! Tomorrow I will be dead,
Lifeless on my bed, a dormant death.

8. If only death had come on the day of battle,
Between the spear and the unsheathed sword.