So that it dies, and yields up its life with its blood.
But this, too, happens for its good: For from its blood it wins immortal life, And then death has no more power over it. Its blood is the most precious Medicine upon earth, The same has not its like in the world.
For this blood drives away all disease
In the bodies of metals, Of men, and of beasts.
From it the Sages derive their science,
And through it they attain the Heavenly Gift...