No Man Or Woman Born, Coward Or

It Is Wrong To Be Sorry Without Ceasing.

It Was Built Against The Will Of The Immortal Gods, And So It Did Not Last For Long.

Is He Not Sacred, Even To The Gods, The Wandering Man Who Comes In Weariness?

Now From The Smooth Deep Ocean-stream The Sun Began To Climb The Heavens, And With New Rays Smote The Surrounding Fields.

And Not A Man Appears To Tell Their Fate.