Arrogance Is Truly The Child Of Impiety,

For A Deadly Blow Let Him Pay With A Deadly Blow: It Is For Him Who Has Done A Deed To Suffer.

For The Poison Of Hatred Seated Near The Heart Doubles The Burden For The One Who Suffers The Disease; He Is Burdened With His Own Sorrow, And Groans On Seeing Another's Happiness.

They Sent Forth Men To Battle, But No Such Men Return; And Home, To Claim Their Welcome, Come Ashes In An Urn

On Me The Tempest Falls. It Does Not Make Me Tremble. O Holy Mother Earth, O Air And Sun, Behold Me. I Am Wronged.

From Him [death] Alone Of All The Powers Of Heaven Persuasion Holds Aloof.