There arose a strong wind,
As if it were going to be an earthquake.
My heart trembled as if it were going to be the end.
No! My end is not now;
Though, you are inevitable.
Though, you torment no respect of age.
Though, your the only equal fair among human. Leveler of age.
Since, you can only tame the body,
As my soul surrender none to your snare.
I'm not afraid as I already triumph over you.
I fear no evil for your snare is short lived.
And your power is limited.