1. If the sword's blow does not slay me,
Then sheathed or bared are all the same to me.

2. And if the embers of calamity touch me not,
No fear have I though its sparks fly free.

3. On earth I see not anything to please me;
So to me life's light is but its pain.

4. Can this age delight me, when
The dust of strife upon the world doth rain?