1. Who is with me as the fray rages, stars flashing
In the darkness, from a quiver with blunted arrows?

2. He slakes his thirst and splits the skulls of his peers,
Their eyes red not with tears but with fright.

3. At each twist of the winding path
A bird cries - and it is no songbird.

4. Time is too treacherous for things to go your way;
It only yielded you profit by accident, nothing more.

5. And he who pretends will return after a while
To his true nature, as the camel rope returns to the peg.