But Truly, If I Were Not Alexander,

God Must Have Loved Afghans Because He Made Them So Beautiful.

I Am Dying With The Help Of Too Many Physicians.

I Am Involved In The Land Of A Leonine And Brave People, Where Every Foot Of The Ground Is Like A Well Of Steel, Confronting My Soldier. You Have Brought Only One Son Into The World, But Everyone In This Land Can Be Called An Alexander.

Youths Of The Pellaians And Of The Macedonians And Of The Hellenic Amphictiony And Of The Lakedaimonians And Of The Corinthians... And Of All The Hellenic Peoples, Join Your Fellow-soldiers And Entrust Yourselves To Me, So That We Can Move Against The Barbarians And Liberate Ourselves From The Persian Bondage, For As Greeks We Should Not Be Slaves To Barbarians.

Bury My Body And Don't Build Any Monument. Keep My Hands Out So The People Know The One Who Won The World Had Nothing In Hand When He Died.