"Death is before me today:
Like the recovery of a sick man,
Like going forth into a
garden after sickness.
Death is before me today:
Like the odor of myrrh,
Like sitting under a sail
in a good wind.
Death is before me today:
Like the course of stream,
Like the return of a man
from the war-gallery to
his house.
Death is before me today:
Like the home that a man longs to see,
After years spent as a captive".