With which the reaper does not fill his hand,
Or the binder of sheaves his bosom;

She does not ponder the path of life;
Her ways are unstable, she does not know it.

“Those who see you will gaze at you,
They will ponder over you, saying,
‘Is this the man who made the earth tremble,
Who shook kingdoms,

“Do not call to mind the former things,
Or ponder things of the past.