I will have time to remember in the battle,

Though all the world is a thousand whistling swords against me.

The iron is still in the rock that shall forge my death-sword,

Though I have foes more than the stars

Of a thousand valley starlights.

Breathing idol of rose ivory, look at me;

Beauty with the flame shawl, do not repulse me.

I am as strong as

[Sikander]

, I am as strong as death;