A greater liar than the Parthians.
Pale death with an impartial foot knocks at the hovels of the poor and the palaces of king.
Forgetful of thy tomb thou buildest houses.
The one who cannot restrain their anger will wish undone, what their temper and irritation prompted them to do.
I am frightened at seeing all the footprints directed towards thy den, and none returning.
How slight and insignificant is the thing which casts down or restores a mind greedy for praise.