I laugh at Death, I hail Death, I kiss her on the cheek as a lover his bride,
But the lover goes not to his bride unless he desire her;
I go not to Death until I am ready.
The strong lover goes not to his bride save when he would people his land with sons;
Then I, too, I go not to Death, save it be for the labor greater than all others.
I shall break her with my laughter;
I shall complete her...
Only then shall Death be when I die!