1. By your life, the sword is no sword of warriors,
More dreadful than a writer's pen,

2. It has a witness, if you examine it,
Its hidden essence appears.

3. The means of death on both its sides,
So it is like the fear of monks.

4. The fangs of death on one side,
And the sword of death on the other.

5. Don't you see in its chest like fangs
And in its sheath like an unsheathed blade?