1. As if the threads of fate in partings she sewed
The chill of death nights and days its journey made

2. Thought sees that light in life is newly found
Yet time's essence is but its passing charade

3. Then yearn not for kingship, lest you transgress
For wretched are kings, however grand their parade

4. And dusk each evening certainly imparts
To wise men its tidings and stories relayed

5. Unceasingly do messenger doves visit us
When kin do not, their features remind and persuade

6. So be steadfast steeds, masking a raid's alarm
That fasting save what glory's vigilance weighed