my Soul, that thou hast none whom thou mayest call thine own.
Vain are thy wanderings on the Earth.
Two days or three, then ends this Earthly life;
yet all men boast that they are masters here.
Time’s master, Death, will come
and overthrow such masterships.
for whom thou art so terribly concerned,
will she go with thee?
rather, lest some ill befall the home,
she will sprinkle with cow dung
the house where thou hast died.