1. What makes her intent on heading to peril,
Taking the camel that's heading that way?

2. She won't stay put, there's no alternative
To a grave, the place where all are laid.

3. And souls preceded, born of souls
Like smoke, all doomed to pass away.

4. Fortune's like snakes in the havoc they wreak
On all that is held or sways.

5. Though you give your life to make the world thrive,
Comes a day you will leave it to decay.

6. So shun mankind, take to the wilds, and find
In a ruined abode your stay.

7. If they hear evil, thronging they come,
Like poets keeping their tales at play.

8. No use is the sword to the neck it girds
If the tribe did not temper its way.

9. His slightest sting, if drawn out, will bring
A fact as grave as fools at play.

10. He makes the world too narrow for descendants,
While successors wander astray.

11. Earth's verdure is warped, yet it's the earth that's blamed
Though traits the warping display.

12. Your soul's an abyss, so beware the precipice,
Lest you tumble in disarray.

13. He who's godfearing has lions revere him,
Like dogs that fawn and obey.