I heard that in Egypt, a noble one faced death

His time was besieged by the army of fate

His beauty faded from his radiant face

Like the sun turned yellow, leaving no trace of day

The wise chose the path of death

For they found no cure for death in medicine

All thrones and kingdoms face decline

Except the kingdom of the eternal Commander

When his life's day neared its night

They heard him whispering under his breath

That in Egypt, there was no one as noble as I

If this was the result, it was nothing

I traveled the world but did not enjoy it

I left it like the helpless

Praised is the one who gives and enjoys

He gathered the world for himself

Strive so that it stays with you

For what remains from you is regret and fear

The master lies on the soul-burning bed

One hand short, the other stretched out

At that moment, it seems within your reach

When dread has sealed his tongue from speaking

Extend a hand in generosity and kindness

And withdraw the hand of oppression and greed

Now that you have the hand, remove the thorn

When else will you lift your hand from the shroud?

Many moons, stars, and suns will shine

But you will not lift your head from the grave's pillow