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.