Alarming image of death,
cruel dream, no more disturb my breast,
by showing me the cutting of that tight knot
which is the only consolation of my adverse fate!
Look for the strong outer wall,
the partitions of jasper, the roof of gold;
or make the rich miser in his narrow bed
wake trembling and sweating.
Let the one see the mob
furiously break down his bolted doors,
or his bribed slave's hidden sword.
Let the other see his riches laid bare
with a false key or with a violent attack
and leave love assured in his triumphs.