He roamed in search of refuge
From death and now has died
I want to know what happened,
What wrongly took your life

Were you sick with none to tend you,
Or slain asleep at night?
Or was your stroke of chance
The desert's lethal strike?

Wherever a young man roams
The Fates in ambush lie
Long did your every gain
Come at hardship's price

All things are murderous
When you come to your Time
What good that young men have
Did you lack in your life?

Disaster deafens you
To questions that I cry
I must steel myself for you
Will never again reply

Would that my heart could face
Your death for a moment's time
Would that the Fates had spared
Your life instead of mine