1. As if bodies, when their souls depart,
Are rock where they repose or wooden planks.

2. Nor does the dead man know if winding sheets
Swathing him are brocade or narrow wraps.

3. Our case took on grey hairs though we hoped
That it would not turn grey or show white locks.

4. Happy the bird who snatches scattered grain
Or beast that crops the herbage growing free.

5. It knows not humankind, nor violence feels,
No war's bright banners lure it to its doom.

6. So blessed who no urge to war feels growing
Within his soul, but rests in inward peace.