1. She asked me of a folk, long passed away
Naught but their tale survives until this day

2. Lost is he who wantonly his life misspent
No cloak of faith his misdeeds to repent

3. As rider and steed o'er the raging tide
His soul alone from death seeks to hide

4. If life's span stretches, death patiently waits
For those survived by youth's unwise mates

5. Of elders' faults, the greatest, some say
His stumbling once, marks his wits' decay