Lovely the lines of my ears as the delicate work of the goldsmith.
They, with the waste of years, are seamed with wrinkles and pendent.
Such and not otherwise runneth the rune of the Soothsayer.
Full and lovely in rounding rose of old the small breasts of me.
They, with the waste of the years, droop sunken as skins without water.
So and not otherwise runneth the rune of the Soothsayer.
Such hath this body been. Now age-weary, weak and unsightly,
Home of manifold ills: old house whence the mortar is dropping
So and not otherwise runneth the rune of the Soothsayer.”[[4]]