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 a stream, Like the return of a man from the war-galley to his house. Death is before me today: Like the home that a man longs to see, After years spent as a captive.