1. When time unveils its mask to you
And the turns of fate offer you their wares,

2. Fear not death and its meeting,
Repel it as much as you're able.

3. Choose not a bed of silk,
Nor mourn the houses and lands.

4. Women around you wail in sorrow
As they rend their veils and gowns.

5. The doctor tells you "I have your cure at hand
If you extend your palm and arm."

6. If the doctor knew a cure for illness
That could defy the grip of death,

7. On the day we come to our maker,
Our deeds will speak of what we were.

8. We set up in this life a market of war,
And made souls into merchandise.

9. My steed was a broker of death,
Who charged through its dust, buying and selling.

10. My sword in battle was a healer
Who cured the headache of him who complained.

11. I am the slave you've heard of,
And now that you see me, cease your hearing.

12. Had I sent my spear along with a coward
My awe would make him face lions.

13. I filled the earth with dread of my blade,
And my foe found no breadth in it to spread.

14. When champions flee from my might
You see the horizons shrink to yards or arms.