to please the dead than please the living here:
in the kingdom down below I'll lie forever.
nothing as great as death without glory.
and the mood and mind for law that rules the city—
all these he has taught himself
and shelter from the arrows of the frost
when there's rough lodging under the cold clear sky
and the shafts of lashing rain—
ready, resourceful man!
Never without resources
never an impasse as he marches on the future—
only Death, from Death alone he will find no rescue
but from desperate plagues ha has plotted his escapes.
she hasn't learned to bend before adversity.
have never tasted devastation. For others, once
the gods have rocked a house to its foundations
the ruin will never cease, cresting on and on
from one generation on throughout the race—
like a great mounting tide
driven on by savage northern gales,
surging over the dead black depths
roiling up from the bottom dark heaves of sand
and the headlands, taking the storm's onslaught full-force,
roar, and the low moaning
echoes on and on
like a mortal enemy—let the girl go.
Let her find a husband down among the dead.
show me a greater crime in all the earth!
the gift of eloquence, he and no one else,
and character too…such men, I tell you,
spread them open—you will find them empty.
smashing against the high throne of Justice!
Your life's in ruins, child—I wonder…
do you pay for your father's terrible ordeal?
he'd never finish.
nothing worse than they mete out to me—
these masters of injustice!
raging through the girl.
once more, on the razor-edge of fate.
I loose them like an archer in my anger,
arrows deadly true. You'll never escape their
burning, searing force.
I don't even exist—I'm no one. Nothing.
with mighty blows of fate, and at long last
those blows will teach us wisdom.